"Hi!" your friend Lizzie says with a bright grin. You swear you can sometimes almost hear the trace of a foreign accent in Lizzie's voice. "How's it going?" Lizzie glances at a tough-looking man wearing a suit and sunglasses. The man is watching Lizzie like a hawk. "Hey, can we get a move on?" Lizzie asks, running a hand through her messy red hair. "I'd kinda like to lose that guy."