She doesn't hesitate. She responds at once, lips pressing to his, one hand dropping to the bar top to brace herself so she can lean in even closer.

People don't die in her world, not if it's in her power to do so. She saves lives, enlisted to be part of something bigger than herself. She doesn't stand alone as he does.

She can sense all the contrasts between them, but somehow they all seem to draw her in closer, make her want to keep learning about him and being with him. Her hand curls around his shoulder, a confirmation. It's still all right. She's still not afraid.