Her mouth curled in a half smile when he answered her, not opening her eyes at first. Part of her wasn't entirely convinced she'd make it out of this mission alive. Maybe she didn't think she deserved to. She'd been running on borrowed time for years. That was just the price of the work she did. And moreover, it was a price she'd earned a thousand times over.

It was hard not to be maudlin, in a room full of ghosts. Maybe a full night's sleep would clear some of them out from the corners.

When he continued, her head lifted so she could look at him, an amused look on her face. "Careful, Barnes, I'll hold you to that. You'd look good in a Hawaiian shirt." Which was to say he'd probably look grumpy and annoyed and she'd get a real kick out of it. It was an impossible dream, but a nice one. Neither of them could really claim that they did a good job of relaxing. So she picked up the thread of it as she mused aloud, "bet I could find a private beach somewhere."