[She looks at him, peeling back still limpish but holding up her head enough to look him in the eye. Her lips part but rather than talk she just leans her forehead to his, letting her eyes close. What he says makes sense, sounds logical, just also sounds so difficult in the present moment. But she can't disagree, it's what she - they - need to do and well, what is Rebecca Crane without a challenge to keep her on her toes?]
Tomorrow I need you to help scope out the kiosk. Maybe I can pull something through there.