TAGON: Okay, you're right. I failed the coin check. I owe you a drink, Specialist.
LIZ: A favor, actually.
The tradition is spotty here, but there's precedent.
TAGON: A favor then. What do you want?
LIZ: Stop being lucky.
LIZ: Start being the sneakiest, meanest, bad-ass spawn-of-a-bandersnatch for ten light-minutes in any direction.
TAGON: So, you want me to do my job, then.