Liz glances down at where Vivian's hands are on her shoulder.  For a moment, she wonders if she needs comforting... if there's some subroutine in her that, in response to the situation at hand, has begun mis-firing stimuli to her logic core, spreading its taint, as it will continue to do unless some competing routine sets it back on track.<br/><br/>Is that what emotional pain is?  a slipped cog needing a hammer?<br/><br/>She ponders this, responding in the only manner she is certain how to respond in... noticing a surprising lack of activity in her emotengine... she snuggles into Viv's embrace, kissing her neck with hesitant, eerily warm lips.<br/><br/>Their meeting time is up.