"Yes, I saw his face," she says, closing her eyes momentarily. Then they snap open again; with a little more force: "And you know, I know it's probably surprising and all, but he was a lot nicer when he wasn't being insulted."

It feels like all they've been doing for days is fight. Liz may be the one who's done most of (okay, all of) the raging, but that doesn't mean that she likes it. She exhales sharply.

"I know he was a jerk," she says. "And I'm still not okay with that. But he was civil and he offered to help. He didn't have to do that."