[She is all in on the making out, but gets that this isn't the time or place for it or anything more. But she's all too happy to help him brush his hair out of his eyes, the humidity in the air is doing nothing for him keeping it neat and styled today.]

I can do that.

[It's a promise, one that's sealed with a smile as she pulls back and away so they can each grab one of their bags.]

I'll make sure to have my knife on me, so if something goes wrong, I can at least try to defend myself.

[She's been bad about not carrying it on her day to day here recently, since he's always armed. He doesn't mind protecting her and keeping them both safe, but she realizes that in a situation like this she needs to be ready to pull her own weight and fend for herself if necessary.

All that means is she signals for him to set the bag back down so she can look through it and find her knife. It's put in the pocket of her skirt, which weighs down the fabric and makes it start sliding down off her hips. She has to tug it up, only for it to fall right back down again under the weight of the knife. She can only laugh and shrug, and grab a bag so they can head back outside before Cruz or one of the others start looking for them.]