[That sure doesn't sound quite right and while Elizabeth may only seem mildly concerned? Rise is suddenly very, very concerned.] W-what? No way! [She squirms in their make-shift hold to face Elizabeth better, tugging on the bag as she goes.] They can't throw one of us out like trash. [The word "battle" does stick with her though.] What kind of a battle could we even do when we're stuck together?