Liz really didn't want Magenta to go, though having her lose her job seemed much worse. The suggestion that there would be wet stickiness, and Maggie's tongue, were enough that the proceeding fifteen minutes went as slowly for her as they did for Magenta.<br/><br/>When Liz finally saw Magenta wave at her, and move off toward a door, which led somewhere Liz could only assume she was meant to follow Magenta to, she grabbed her purse with uncharacteristic swiftness.<br/><br/>She almost brushed past John but turned to him and smiled, trying to give a quick explanation.<br/><br/>"Oh hi," she said, "sorry, I've got to run, but I'll give you a call later."<br/><br/>She turned and practically skipped off to join Magenta following her, and slipping a hand around her waist the moment they were out of sight of the pool area, and through the door to the private crew quarters.<br/><br/>"You said something about your tongue, earlier," she said.