Lizzie just frowned again. "As cool as that is," she said quietly, "you'd still be getting shot at."
She watched him disappear off into some kind of fantasy world of his own, a fond smile slipping onto her face. He wasn't watching, she let her guard down just a moment as she looked at him. She wondered what he was daydreaming about; apart from bouncing bullets off his abs because she knew him well enough to know that he was indulging in some kind of crazy masculine fantasy where he was giving bikini-clad women a display of his bullet-reflecting abs.
It was always just a matter of waiting for him to come back.
Lizzie leaned down and picked up another cookie, holding it with both hands - even though that was completely unnecessary - and pulled her eyes away from watching Luke (just in case he caught her) and nibbled on it, trying to work out what she could suggest to Luke to deal with the whole Mao issue.
There didn't need to be an issue, provided everyone involved could be mature. Though, seeing the conversations the two had had, maturity was possibly a little lacking.