[Her free hand comes up to rest gently on the side of his face. She gives him a small stroke of her thumb. You could say it was another touch for reassurance, but it was more out of curiosity. She is a young woman who has some odd experience thanks to the bots, but not a great deal outside of that.
She leans in, tipping her head and closing her eyes as she brings her lips close enough to meet his. The first touch is more of a brushing if anything—it's hesitant, gentle, exploring. Then she presses in more fully.
She barely knows this boy. What she does know of him should probably have made her turn around the moment she saw him today, but it did just the opposite. She sees something of a kindred spirit in him whether it's warranted or not. Maybe because she needs one right now. She just keeps losing people and she's not someone who does well on her own. So, it's a selfish thing, but she lets the kiss linger if for no other reason than to have company that much longer.]