For a moment, she stared at him as if he'd completely lost his mind. Her second thought was that it was some kind of a trick. But then again, he'd given her a sonic screwdriver (which she was currently holding) and was unlikely to try anything stupid while she was directly in front of him.
So... oh well. Why the hell not?
Missy leaned in and lightly brushed her lips against his forehead, then leaned back and looked at him curiously. "Better?"