She leverages herself off his shoulder when she gets up; runs her hand down his arm and flashes him a quick, tiny smile before turning away to find where she kicked her boots.

The last week and a half has been fraught and frightening, even by the standards that Liz's life generally sets, and there are still way too many unanswered sobering questions looming for her to feel precisely relaxed, but -- they're here. They're walking and talking. They can go home. Right now, that's enough for Liz.

She shoves her feet into her boots and glances to Red. "Ready?" she asks.