Glad for their help, Liz follows the lizard-folk.  They take her through the rain, pausing every once in a while when the wind picks up and blinds them all with the droplets.  But soon they get close enough to their destination that Liz needs no more help.  She can see the sign for the pretzel stand, and she knows its the only place close that Brian would brave this weather for.  Unable to contain a small smile, she heads towards the small booth and the two figures that stand there, talking.