She's quite honestly out of her league at the moment, even acting as a simple guard like this. In London it was unheard of for a girl like her to be out and about wielding rapiers like a boy, but the people all around her hadn't even so much as batted an eyelash at her about her abilities. If anything they had expected it, and really they had been more surprised she was from the 19th century than the fact that she knew how to sword-fight.

She felt even more out of her time, realizing that.

But Lizzie means to press on, and is trying her best not to let on how uneasy she feels, instead glancing around at all the incredible technology she was surrounded by.