It came out of left field. By the time Lisa realized what was going on it was too late, Reed laid one on her. She was too drunk to react right away, making the kiss last longer than it should've. She didn't need this right now. Lisa reeled back, creating a chasm between them. Her eyes adverted, tears welling up from who knows where. A hand covered her mouth and a silence filled the room as she searched for the right words.

"...I don't need a shoulder to cry on. And even if I did, believe me, you don't wanna be that guy." Her voice was low and solemn. Regardless of how she felt, Reed was the only person she thought she could trust, and the only person that could help her find the killer. "If you could find out anything about Lilith Adams... her phone number, her address, anything would be useful. I saw some posts on her facebook about a party upstate tonight, I'm gonna check it out. You don't have to help me, but I'm gonna find her with or without you."

Without anything else to say, she went to the bathroom to get ready. A shower washes away the dizziness and drunkenness, she will need her wits tonight. A change of clothes into something fresh, something stylish that will blend right in at a party. In her purse an unused bottle of pepper spray that she had for who knows how long, and a black ski mask. A change of hair style, some make up, and contact lenses make a simple disguise. She hardly recognized her reflection in the mirror.