Liz felt as though she had received a mental case of whiplash when Magenta arrived with drinks, and spoke again. She opened her eyes, looking up at her and the two drinks in her hand. One for another customer, she wondered? Still, the drink was welcome, because she wasn't sure she would've been able to go get herself another from Magenta when her own ran out without feeling awkward.<br/><br/>"Oh...uh...thanks," she said, having to remember to smile as she took the drink, and set it down on the little table beside her seat, pushing her previous one out of the way.<br/><br/>Starting over? She wondered if people actually did that. Why not? She thought to herself.<br/><br/>"I'm Liz Sidorova," she said, "nice to meet you."<br/><br/>Don't mention the name, she thought, if she wants to bring it up, she will, if not, well, let sleeping dogs lie. Liz wondered what there was to say about it, though. She liked it, for one. Wouldn't that have been what she'd have said before? 'Magenta, sounds fun, kinda hot.' She kept the comment to herself, happy to let Magenta do the talking, if she wanted to start over.