[He'll feel the soft fabric of her costume against her hip first, but she'll move her hand back to meet him, glad for his touch too. It's not like they are in some murder, mystery adventure where the lights flick back on and someone is dead. Everyone was just standing where they were standing. He's safe. But it's still good to FEEL that he's safe. Her little light goes out again and she maneuvers that arm around him in a hug.] You found me. You win.