Initially, she only glances over with half a smile when he parks beside her, too aware that this isn't their room or even hers alone and sure that if she leans against him she'll break down like that awful day in the infirmary. (Even if he wouldn't mind, she would.) But his words have the right affect, the one she thinks he was going for, which is to make her huff a laugh and cant her head onto his shoulder.

"You didn't bring your hammer?" she asks, playful. That was the thing the Agents gave him when he asked for help fixing shit, right? The visual of him banging at sensitive computing machines randomly with a hammer does wonders for her mood, so long as she imagines said machines to be non-life-support oriented.