The moment his hand touches hers, she feels her skin prickle with anticipation and want, the likes of which she thought she'd buried a long time ago. Her grief is warring with her joy and she's not sure where her emotions are landing, only that she's got Steve here alive and she's still too mad to properly appreciate that. She hitches her bag a little tighter and follows after him.

"For the sake of this mission, I think we'd best set the priority of information gathering first," she says, as professionally as she can, though her eyes refuse to move from the curve of his jawline and the plushness of his lips. "That's how we do this right and it means convincing our mark that we're a harmless couple." She eyes him speculatively, smiling with nostalgia. "Your former silhouette would have helped in that."