[ Yay, she can help! When Meyer gets there, Elizabeth is standing next to what looks like a static-y, grey, washed out rip in the air. She's looked through it and there is indeed a crate of cigarettes there, but she's worried at how many will actually come through, considering her mishap with the boat the other day.
She beams when she sees Meyer, though. ] I can't promise there will be a lot, but I'll try. Stand back a little, please.
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She beams when she sees Meyer, though. ] I can't promise there will be a lot, but I'll try. Stand back a little, please.