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Just a few minutes ago did they finally call Liz up and tell her that they made a mistake on which flight to take. Which was three hours AFTER she had gotten off the plane and was already well inside the city, but by then she didn't really care to be honest. She hated airports and especially planes with their damned no smoking signs, crying kids and "random" inspections.

Liz sat cross-legged on a bus stop bench gnawing idly on the butt of her cigarette for habit's sakes not even bothering to take a drag since she first lit it. She wore a new desert camouflage uniform that she was recently sent and by her guess, they probably re-assigned her to Iraq at the last minute. Probably won't bother to tell her till its too late to book a flight for the same day.
"They can kiss my arse for all i care i just wanna get there and be over with it." Liz mumbled under her breath, knocking the ash from her cig onto the sidewalk. It's one of the few times she every really broods. Being stuck in transit or when people beat around the bush about telling her something they think she might not want to hear. Just pull of the stupid bandaid, get the pain over with and move on.
"Least i kin smoke here."

Liz looked up at the officer and back down at the small ash pile that was building up on the sidewalk in front of her smirking. "Ya, that it would. Too bad there's too much litter an too few empty trashcans in a busy place like this." She replied looking at a trashcan overflowing with garbage.
"I'd likely end up usin meh lunch money just to afford another pack. Buggers are so damn addictive an all." Liz laughed watching a gust of wind blow away the ashes.

"As for goin' home...well, its at least 500 miles from here and where i'm goin' is even farther than that. So i'm kinda stuck in the middle of it all. Dun even know where the nearest hotel is." Liz took off her hat scratching her head and ruffling her hair before putting it back on.

Liz waved her hand and shook her head. "Naw, its alright, keep the fare money you'll need it for later. I need ta stretch my legs anyways an with traffic like this, i'd likely get there faster with my own two feet." She hoisted her heavy dufflebag and backpack over her shoulder with ease.

"Sure you get ta stay in your home city but, you don't get paid nearly enough for the work you do every single day of your life. Besides, third world currency exchange rates are to die for. Get a whole crate a' cigs for only a few in U.S." A beam of glee could be seen in her eyes when she spoke the last sentence.

Liz shook with her free hand in a strong but not painful grip. "Elizabeth Stevens, you can call me by anythin but my first name. I hate it so." She looks at his finger, opening her mouth to say something but decides to keep her question to her self. She only just meet him after all.

"If you insist i'll pay you back...with interest. Would you like cigars with your cigarettes and a complimentary lighter?" The tone of her voice mocked that of a fast food restaurant.

"Kchhhht, ok we have a crate of cigarettes, a side of fries heartstopper size. Are you surrrre you don't want anything else? For only ten cents more you can get cancer and love-handles, Kchhhht." Her hand holds onto an invisible mic cocking an eyebrow with equal seriousness.

"Yes sir, only ten cents and for the dollar menu we have arm flab, double-chins, mouth cancer and nicotine stains." Her eyebrow twitched as she held back a laugh both from what they were going on about and from the fact of who she was talking to. Any people passing by that bothered to listen in would burst into laughter or stifle a snort and a smile.

"Ah, the joys of scrutinizing the very country's culture that your fighting for." Liz replied chuckling. "In years? You need to get out more military would make sure of that if you joined the service. Don't even get me started about their false advertising ads. As for a drink, i certainly wouldn't want to pass up a chance for one."

"Now there's an idea that i wouldn't mind to see come true. I was once able to be posted in Hawaii. It only lasted a few days before they wanted me somewhere else but...its one of the few places that i never wanted to leave. It makes the desert look like a dry hell. And the camelspiders..." Liz was hit with a chill, she wriggle her shoulders to shake off the thought. "I'm just going to leave it at that."

"Dives are always worth exploring, and i never use any bathrooms in a bar. Kind of an unwritten rule i make sure to follow- hey, aren't you on duty?" She furrowed a brow while flicking the brim of his officer hat. "Or are you just going to get me a drink and have yourself a glass of cranberry juice?" Liz mused thinking about the in-flight movie with two cops in a small town, Hot fuzz.