Liz sat up, shocked and immediately feeling bad. She'd thought that after Maggie had seemed to be flirting back, that they were getting along pretty well, but the outburst didn't sit well with Liz at all. She didn't say a word, taking the card, and looking at it, still shocked and speechless, until Maggie left, heading quickly for the bar.<br/><br/>Liz sat back down, staring at the card, completely confused. She hadn't, obviously, known what a sore spot the girl's name was for her. She supposed it explained why she seemed to embarrassed to have said it in the first place. Ironically, if she hadn't seemed so embarrassed, Liz would likely not have taken much notice at all of her name. Liz felt as though she ought to have protested that no such jokes had occurred to her, and if they had, she wouldn't have made them.<br/><br/>She slipped the card into her purse and leant back trying to relax. Was it really that she'd been made fun of? She wondered. She supposed that she knew what that was like, having a name like Sidorova and going to a very exclusive private all-girls school had not spared her the jokes of her classmates. Though perhaps it wasn't so much exactly what her name was, so much as that it was Russian that had been the problem there. Ivan Drago jokes abounded during gym class. She supposed that it was only her own tendency to participate that had made it more fun than unbearable. She was only hoping that Magenta wouldn't hold it against her, she couldn't have known it was so serious could she?<br/><br/>She turned her thoughts to John again, and the possibility that she could get bumped up to first class. She looked around the pool area, but didn't see him. She figured she'd just stick around for a while and relax.