[ her delayed, slurred response does nothing but bring a frown to his face. everyone that is still alive (minus Shijima) has been subject to psychological trauma at this point, Elizabeth likely top of the list. physically speaking, she's not far off. Bigby would want nothing more to get this done with while she was passed out, but... again. he has a job to do. he doesn't want things to play out this way, and yet he is powerless to change it.

he just stares at her as she attempts to gather the energy to wake up. it fails when her head falls back down. with a long sigh, he contemplates how to go about this, taking another drag of his cigarette. the pistol is taken not two seconds later, stuffed into the waistband of his pants with his arms scooping her frame up and into his arms. his shoulder wound causes him to wince, but he ignores it as he always does. ]

Judy, I'm moving her to the third floor. We're finishing the assessment there.

[ the rest of the scientists may not like the change in scenery, but he doesn't care. his arms tighten around her to ensure she doesn't start kicking and stirring. last thing he wants is for Elizabeth to role out of his grip and fall face first onto the floor.

Bigby takes them out of the operating theater, and the long walk up the flight of stairs to the last floor available in the Complex begins. hope you're comfortable, missy. ]

Just relax for me. It'll be over with soon.