"Yeah, I'm totally adorable, I'm glad your priorities are straight," she says with a laugh, rolling onto her back, one arm throw over her head. She drums her fingers absently on the wall behind them, tapping lightly as Newt speaks and then she looks over at him again, her smile softening. Maybe this is the same way he feels when she thanks him for sticking around after the creepy casket incident, because she can't imagine not sticking around. He's saying it counts for something, but she thinks it's maybe a little more selfish than he realizes. She'd stayed with him the night of the accident because the idea of leaving him, the idea of not knowing, not being around, it had made her feel like her chest was made of a block of ice. She'd stayed because the alternative had been way too awful for her to deal with.

"Only a total dickbag would show up to meet someone for karaoke and then bail when they found him lying on the sidewalk," she says. "Especially when he was trying to buy them flowers. I mean, seriously dude, a guy gets injured buying you flowers and that's it. You're done. You owe him at least a few more dates." She's teasing, grinning over at him, because she clearly has no intention of just giving him a few more dates and then moving on. She's here, she has no intention of going anywhere.