Ripping a mouthful off, she swallowed some of it before giving her own two cents.

"Well, you can always go talk to the creepy woman at the bar. Maybe she knows something." Liz herself can't get close; something about the woman makes her face hurt, which isn't doing her headache any favours. But maybe someone else can get close.

Finishing her bite, she slumped even further into the couch. "God this fucking sucks."