This scene is just a dog's breakfast. At one point I had this amazing ability to write all around the point of a conversation without ever actually touching it, sort of successive approximations. I suppose the fact that I'm replacing huge swaths of yammering with a single sentence is a Good Thing.
16 pages to go, about. Then a reread for continuity and to avoid repetition in the expo, and to break it into chapters, and off it goes to the typo-checkers and so forth before Liz gets her ins.