She kisses his cheek easy as breathing, swift and gentle, tugs her hood up into place again, and banishes their trash with a stray thought and a careless banishing gesture. Then she smiles at him, thoroughly pleased with herself, as if to say how's that for smooth?

"I was planning on it," she tells him. "I always wanted my own personal space heater." His attempts to charm her are funny; he's fun, and it's been so long since she had fun. Being alive was even better than she'd ever remembered it being.