Liza veered off to try and catch the one that broke away from the herd, and steer her over to where the rest were sobbing, shrieking into their phones, lamenting broken heels and champagne stained couture, and, in one case, throwing up.

(Really, Liza just didn't want to be near the regurgitating supermodel.)

When she came a little closer to the woman, she noted the body language between her and Vesper. Liza paused, and listened.