Smiling faintly, she links her free arm through his, and for the first time notes its warmth. Though several of her friends are among the dead in the City, she often forgets until she comes into contact with them. It must be Neil's week to be alive, she decides, and wonders how strange it must feel, switching back and forth between alive and dead so often.

Still, there's no use in dwelling on those thoughts--particularly considering that she knows pondering such matters will almost certainly lead to thoughts of Sam, and she's trying hard to keep her mind on other things as much as possible. So she nods a little at Neil, giving his arm a squeeze, and follows along at his side when he begins to walk.

"That sounds nice," she agrees, giving him a quick glance before lowering her gaze to the ground ahead once again. "It's a fine day out for it, certainly. And it seems you're in a good mood to match, I should think?"