Hands at hips, thumb through her belt buckle, she gave a smile and a wink to a male Ranger who happened to pass by.  Her red hair was tied in a loose tail, and her combat armor fit snugly in all the right places.  For now she was content to stand back and watch.  Normally, she was fairly talkative and actually good at getting people to confide in her, but the guy with no memory had decided to ask the questions.  How he thought he'd know enough to ask the right questions when he couldn't even remember his name was a curiosity.  Still, she had decided to work with these two men and as long as they didn't get her killed she could manage to keep her thoughts to herself.  Maybe they'd let her use the sniper rifle if she kept her mouth shut.  Take a super mutant's head off at a thousand yards... maybe, with some luck and in favorable conditions.<br/><br/>She eyed a few of the other Rangers as she waited for a chance to ask Riley some more questions.  Since Riley met them at the door, Lizzie got the impression that they weren't being invited in.  That was fine, and to be expected.  The waste wasn't a place to give trust easily.  Something she should remember when traveling with two strangers.  In her opinion, trust was worth more than caps and harder to come by.  She'd be likely to sleep with an eye open and a weapon in hand, at least for the first few nights.  That is, if she slept at all.<br/><br/>