"It wasn't as bad as I expected," Liz admits begrudgingly. "The only customer who even came close to doing the whole 'cry on the bartender's shoulder' thing wasn't even really complaining. He was just talking about what it's like being a--" she gestures with the cigarette and her lip curls with clear distaste for the word, but she says it ayway, "mutant in his world, so--" She shrugs against Red's shoulder, as if to say, I didn't mind.