It wasn't strange to be offered a hand out and honestly, that was the most normal thing Elizabeth had encountered since her head broke through the waters of that fountain moments before. She gripped the woman's hand and got out, trying to get her bearings. Not England, not New York - not any place that anyone would know? How was that even possible?

At the woman's instruction, she peered into the bag and saw clothing that matched what she was currently wearing. Hmm. Serviceable, at least, if not fashionable.

"Thank you. I normally wouldn't ever meet someone while looking so out of sorts but I suppose the circumstances simply cannot be helped, can they?"