I grabbed who I thought was mzkat in the IAH terminal last week and told her we were heading for the Marriott next to the airport as I had three hours between flights. Turns out she was the pretzel girl in the food court and threw big pieces of salt in my eyes. I'm told the redness and swelling will go down within a few days. I am now eyeing the currency exchange chick in terminal C. If she's not mzkat, I now find myself at a deadend and may need another clue to continue my quest. If I ever find mzkat, I am putting a sticker on my flight bag that says "I scaled Everest or mzkat, you figure out which one!"