Since they were going to anyway, and hopefully help with it, that's no hardship. Tension goes out immediately when she lets go, (Such a shitty reaction to hugging. Still did okay, buddy. You'll get better at it. Thanks, Sergeant.) "I will," they say, accepting her discman and considering the headphones, the likelihood of getting good copies of her music through them. Any quality is better than losing the music to lack of power, though. Maybe they can get Crowley to help with a silence bubble. (Misty's gonna hate that, heh.)

They look up again, with a better smile this time. "I'll be here as long as you want me to be."