Liz had not been standing the line for two minutes when a man beckoned to her. She caught the motion, not directly, but in her peripheral vision, and looked over at him, curious. She smiled at what she saw. She took the few steps over to where he was standing, and smiled, looking over more carefully, though not obviously, she didn't want to seem overeager, which she wasn't, yet.<br/><br/>"Hi," she said, "do I know you from somewhere?" she asked.<br/><br/>'Please don't know my father, please don't know my father' was all she could repeat over and over in her head. She hated friends of her father, with a passion that was rare for her. It was just referred antipathy for her father, who was, at the moment, not being cooperative, hence the cruise.