The arrival is certainly enough to take one's breath and senses briefly away. Or at least given them a good tumble. Elizabeth is not too far off from Pidge and after a moment of adjustment, she notes the younger looking woman. She must be around Lydia's age, Elizabeth thinks.

She approaches her, looking a bit bemused... and amused too. "I am afraid I do not know the word but by the tone I might agree with the sentiment."

Elizabeth herself is here in rather modern wear. A blouse, a set of capri slacks and loafers, she certainly doesn't look her era. The only somewhat old fashioned thing might be her hairdo, the length wrangled into a bun but with the side ringlets framing her face still intact.