[She's in the middle of borrowing a little of what he uses on his hair when he makes his suggestion, and pauses with her fingers working grease through her hair. It's all frizzy and she wants it to sit down. What she winds up doing is making her hair greasy, and getting her bangs so clumped together they just fall on either side of her face.

Sigh.

She can't be perfect every day. But along with those healing bruises and cuts that are all over her face, she knows she looks a mess. Not even layers of mascara will fix it, so she doesn't bother trying.]

Your Brylcreem is really greasy, babe.

[She teases him as she closes the tin and tosses it over to him so he can pack it up. She doesn't have anything out by that point, but still puts her hands on her hips and surveys the room.]

I think that's a good idea though. If something bad happens, we'll just be able to get the hell out of town.

[Smiling, she approaches him to put her hands on his hips. Her hold shifts so her arms are around him, and she can claim a proper good morning kiss. Who cares if it's afternoon, it's their morning.]

I'm feeling a little better today, so I should be able to run if we need to.