Wayne was just jealous because he was in black and white.

Lost, actually, if you were to ask her a few minutes later. She'd followed the hallway all around the terminal to the wrong concourse -- and then realized that not only was the international concourse on the other side of the airport, the duty-free shop was past security.

Argh. With a couple of hours to kill before boarding yet, she might as well get food, and there was one of those brewery-restaurant things right here.

If she stuck around a while, well, she wasn't having any booze, Francine, okay?