"Well, it needs to be done and I have two hands," Elizabeth said, looking up to see a woman of similar stature, similar coloring and, strangely, similar accent to her own. How nice, a fellow countrywoman. Still, was this going to be like Neil and be someone that would know her as she was? Elizabeth couldn't be certain.
"I don't think I'll die if my hands get a bit dirty. Do you?"
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"I don't think I'll die if my hands get a bit dirty. Do you?"