It was a pleasant afternoon, and the sun shining down, caressing her skin as she sat there in the soft warm sun, was just perfect. The cool drink was nice too, and tasted wonderful. And...she hoped she wasn't thinking ahead, but...well, being with these people, with<span style="font-style: italic">friends</span>...it was nice. Her eyes closed, she couldn't help but smile to herself, thinking how amazing this day had turned out. She'd feared that it would be just like any other at the beginning of the day, and then now, she'd not even imagined things would turn out the way that they had.<br/><br/>Lizbet was just finishing the drink that she'd been given, setting it to the side in the sand next to her, when Goku suddenly sits behind her, a leg on either side of her own. A bit surprised, a faint pink blush forms on her cheeks when her then puts his arm over her shoulder. Leaning her head back, so she was looking at him upside down, she smiles, blinking a few times before looking to Eighteen who had asked her where she had moved from.<br/><br/>"I'm from Sweden. That's a country in Europe, it's not too far from here, but it's still a ways. I love it there, it's such a beautiful place, but I've come to love it here too, my home out in the country is so pretty, and the setting is so peaceful." She gets a far away look in her eyes for a few moments as she reminisced about her home in Sweden, the seasons of that country. But she had to get away, she had nothing there, no family, no friends, nothing. There, she was all alone.<br/><br/>Hearing a second question, this time coming from Krillen, she blushes, lowering her eyelids somewhat as she looked down to stare at the sand. That particular topic always got her, she loved what she did, but sometimes talking about it was embarrassing. But, telling them wouldn't be an issue, would it? She might as well risk it, she wanted them to know about her, almost just as much as she wanted to know about them.<br/><br/>"Well, um, I'm a writer..." She begins, her voice a bit soft as she answered the question. "I write books and newspaper articles...and I'm a journalist..." Which was why she took lots and lots of pictures, not only for her own walls and scrapbooks, but they were also for her entries in magazines and such. "It's not much, I know...but I really love what I do..." She lifts her face at that point, and a smile forms on her lips again. "What about you, what do you all do now that there isn't any danger right now?" She was curious as to what the Z Fighters did now that nothing was threatening human kind.<br/><br/>Even though it had only been one drink, she was already starting to feel a little tingly, but not majorly so. That had been really tasty, and she was half tempted to ask for another one, though she didn't want to appear greedy, so kept quiet, content with the one she had drank.