She doesn't expect him to respond-- The truth was she had so very few expectations of the man before her. At least when it came to things like this. Neither of them were very good at people, she expected them to be less at words and relationships. Even if both of them were oddly honest and true to what they felt.

It truly was an odd pairing.

She's reminded of that meeting, not all that long ago. When Newt had said as much on the truth serum. It's different now with honest and earnest. She turned her eyes upwards when she felt the weight of his hand-- Drawing a breath before she smiled, a real smile.

The same warmth had her lean in just once more to press soft lips against his, though this time it was as brief as it was soft. Her free hand moving to her hair when she looked briefly away, the smile curling at her lips.