His handlers always had a hard time erasing her completely. It wouldn't surprise her if there were more memories buried somewhere deep, underneath the layers of electricity and ice. But she was in no rush for him to try to get to them. Like she'd said before, she'd take him anyway he came. "We can call it instinct," she agrees with a smile. It's a nice way of phrasing it. Her hand shifts so she can run her fingers back through his hair as she returns the kiss.

Even if his follow up comment makes her chuckle a little. "I don't make it easy for people," she points out. So many years of her life had been spent on the run, never settling in one place or telling enough of the truth to let people close. But he always saw through it. Right to the heart of her. Not perfect in the traditional sense of the world, but perfect exactly as she is.

It's hard not to get lost in the nostalgia, in what it means for her to have him back in her life at all. Any time they have together is more time than she ever thought they'd get to have. Her smile looks a little fond as she runs her finger down the bridge of his nose. "How about we don't worry about the past today? It'll come back when it's ready. What do you want to do?"