Alex moves automatically into the hand tangled into her hair, and she just watches him, with her eyes half-closed. She looks a bit like a cat, and that boneless feeling still hasn't left her, even if she definitely is giving off the Alex Reagan look that is entirely a laser beam of attention at the things that he'd said.

You can take the girl out of the field of journalism and throw her into the end of the world, but you can't take the curiosity out of the girl. Nothing could or did. But then again if something did, then Alex wouldn't have been the person who she is. But she does dot a kiss against his chest, before she looks up at him and gives him a smile.

"I'm glad. I really am, Richard. Because I love you. No matter what, alright?"