[ the noise lil makes is a soft surprised breath of a laugh, like she's caught off guard by what she suspects is frank castle very nearly making a joke with her. it makes for a strange expression, a little incredulous and a little pleased, wrapped up in weary, worn out affection. she can't help herself -- she has to kiss him again. it's a warm press of her mouth against the corner of his, almost sweet in the way her hands linger on his face before she withdraws.

her voice is quiet and wry when she responds: ]

If y'could do somethin' like that, y'might've done a better job gettin' rid of me.

[ her attention falls back to the supplies with a light sigh. it would help if they had something for splints. she'll have to go looking again, won't she? ]

Too bad the goddamn world's endin'. For once, you're not actin' like y'hate me.