Everything is odd and foreign here; the state of things back home doesn't even bear thinking about. But at least they have one another, which is really the one thing that really matters. "I'm here," she murmurs, knowing what he means, the undertone of urgency hastening her efforts; slender fingers inch the waistband of his pants past his hips and let gravity do the rest before helping out his own hands at her waist, getting rid of her shoes.