Elizabeth's POV
As soon as Anna recognizes me, her nervous expression shifts to confusion. “What are you doing here?” she asks, lowering her weapon.
The old excuse of picking herbs for Doctor Helen isn’t going to cut it this time. Unable to conjure a plausible explanation on the spot and not wanting to seem suspicious, I deflect the question back at her. “What about you? Why are you here?” I ask, trying to buy some time to think.
“I’m here to take shelter from the rain,” Anna replies vaguely.
“Same here,” I say, as if wandering out in downpours is my favorite hobby.
We lock eyes briefly before she presses on, “So why are you out this late?”
“I could ask you the same question,” I retort.
Anna lets out a frustrated sigh. “I’m here because of a silly experiment. I wanted to see how lon
