Mary took a deep breath and folded her hands back into her lap again. He'd kissed her before all of this, but she'd been the one to walk away. She wasn't sure where they stood and she certainly wasn't going to push things when he was just waking up from... from the dead, for lack of a better way of saying it. Or perhaps that was exactly the way she said it.
She noted the look on his face and she knew what this meant to him. This surviving something that no human could have. The Johnny of her time had possibly had decades to get used to this, but this was still so new to him.
"Yeah, maybe we can just stop the experiments of what else you could withstand for a bit?" she teased lightly, even if her tone carried a hint of pleading.
She'd also thought about what else could be a danger and what else he might be able to survive.
"It's a pretty small island. From what it appears, half the group's here and we think the other half of the group is on a second island." Mary vaguely gestured in the direction of the other island. "I would say that at least we're in color, but I think I prefer having a bed and running water."