[ The truth is, she's still the same shitty old Andy she ever was, cagey and moody and a little bit of a liar — but she said she was going to try, so she will. She'll stay and she'll try, even if she fucks it up now and then. She'll love them the best that she knows how. ]

...Besides his nose? I think so. [ She uncurls herself slowly, like the old woman she is, stretching her legs a bit before she gets up from the copilot's seat. ] Might have to ask him yourself. He could still be mad at me.

[ Finally, she comes to lean over Poe's chair instead, holding her cigarette out of the way as she brushes a brief kiss to the corner of his mouth. With the usual faint twinge of wryness: ]

You think if we make enough of a ruckus, he'll come and check on us?