"Investigator," Elizabeth corrects, swallowing a few times trying to inflate her larynx again. She looks Galahad over-- the suit is almost familiar in a 'non-futuristic' way, and she tilts her head trying to get a look at the back of his head. Immune ports? Native ports? She can go out on a limb and guess without looking, though.

"I haven't seen anybody dressed like that in a long time. Did you just come out of the lab?"

Dressed, right, the extraction team would be there soon and Elizabeth had used an... unorthodox method of reeling her man in. She holds up the handkerchief with a little wince. "And can I borrow this?"