"Galahad-- I hope you're kidding," Elizabeth muttered under her breath. She broke off from him to round the corner, catching up in time to see Galahad stun her target. The camo suit fizzles on him, turning all sorts of strange colors and textures before going flat gray.

To say Elizabeth looks put out is an understatement, but she's not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Lips in a disapproving line, she pulls what appear to be handcuffs out of her clutch bag. "Think he can still hear me?

"Malik O'Heron," she says, approaching the smoldering suit. "I'm placing you under arrest for the kidnapping and murder of Gema Gammon, Katerine Laux, Rosette Ryen--"

Elizabeth was still five feet away when metal hoses burst out from under the downed man's body and lifted Elizabeth clean off the ground by her neck. This is, unfortunately, extremely new to even Elizabeth. She just barely manages to keep her neck from breaking by getting a grip around the two holding her up. Well, now she knows how he managed to overpower his victims.

As he gets up, he holds Elizabeth between him and Galahad-- that had been a fun trick, but he's not eager to repeat the experience.

"Drop your little toy, laddie," he says, more hoses wrapping around Elizabeth's waist to support her. A dead hostage was no hostage at all. "And your secretary won't--"

Elizabeth rams the heel of her shoe right into the fly of his pants.