Elizabeth is definitely feeling a kind of panic, though that hadn't been the worst situation she'd been in. Just the only one where she'd nearly been strangled. She considers, for a brief second, laying into this crazy acrobatic dandy because he'd more or less completely destroyed her undercover operation. But, in the end, she'd obviously needed the help and he'd had no idea what he'd been walking into. He's obviously more observant than everyone else in the dome, Malik had been trailing her for blocks.

"Thank you," she wheezes, taking the handkerchief from him. Long time since she's seen one of them-- and she gives it a hesitant little sniff before holding it over her nose and mouth to breathe for a few seconds. Once she's done, she pulls it away and nods.

"Bruised but I'll live," she looks over at the detention field again and rifles through her bag before producing what appears to be a simple two-way speakerbox system. "This is DeWitt, I have suspect in custody, please extract from my coordinates."

Pause, then the affirmative came over the line. More breathing into the handkerchief.

"...Galahad? Really?"