[In general, Elizabeth's reflexes are particularly good—better than one would think, coming from a fourteen-year-old bundle of cheer and excitement. She's skilled at perception, she just doesn't say so. So when she's surprised by Aramat's clapping, Elizabeth is almost more embarrassed by this than she is by being caught "gambling" (or however one would like to put it). She jumps in place, a spooked and tipsy kitten on its toes, before looking over at the source of her praise with round eyes and a round mouth.]

Why thank you! [she squeaks, noticeably pink. Her mother would scold her harshly if she saw all that Elizabeth's been doing tonight, including how mindful of her surroundings she hasn't been. To think she was this engrossed in a carnival game...] That is, it's just... It's not very difficult! It's just that I want that rabbit so badly, so I thought I'd try, oh, this looks terrible, doesn't it, I promise I don't usually do this sort of thing. [Yet her aim is so good?! Her protests are coming clumsily.] It's just, um, yes, I just thought I'd try! That's all!