The real question would be if the guy would come back. It was a question Liz was trying not to dwell on.

She looked around and took a second to find her own shirt, pulling it back over her head. Liz pulled her hair free of the neckline. "I was just... worried you might get caught or something." She paused. "Who knows what they'd do to you if you got caught."

And maybe Liz is projecting a little because she knew exactly what Max had gone through in the white room and it had not been pretty.