Her head was pounding. It was like she had hangover, or like someone had hit her over the head with something really hard. With the bump on the head, she knew that it was the latter.
Fumbling in her pockets for her pack of cigarettes, she eventually pulled one out and using her finger lit the cigarette. She put it up to her lips and inhaled deeply. The smoke filled her mouth and her lungs and it felt wonderful. She slowly relaxed, until she looked up and noticed someone else on the street. She was instantly wary, it was after all in the wee hours of the morning. The hand that wasn't holding the cigarette went to her gun.
Liz also didn't know where she was, and she was curious, because nothing was familiar at all. She almost felt hungry for information. So she waited to see if she was approached.