She knew him well enough to know he was serious. And she knew herself well enough to know to follow his instructions. Otherwise, they'd both be in worse situations than they already were. She'd smiled at his dismissal of a foreign language, mostly because of the inclusivity of his statement.
"I know." She nodded, somehow managing to keep her tears between her eyelids and not on her cheeks. She nodded though, to show him she was going to leave with the assurance that he'd be leaving too, soon. Livewire... he hadn't called her that in a while. She'd still been in the hospital after their plane crash when he saddled her with that nickname.
"Start pickin' out bathing suits. Or you know, don't."
She widened her eyes at that and smirked instantly, fingers still tingling from where Logan had squeezed them so hard. She averted her eyes. Her face was suddenly hot... most likely from the panorama of emotions that had surfaced during their visit. "I do." Her eyes had returned to Logan's, just in time to see him turn around fully and take the corner out of the room. Her heart was pounding now - a much better sign than when she'd first arrived at the jail.
After shooting the CO's some sharp side-eye, the electrokine pushed her chair out of her path and left the furniture where it had fallen. She moved past the guards and back down the hall, headed for her things and then the exit. As she was leaving the front desk, she made eye contact with the guard re-issuing the visitor's belongings. "Make sure he gets those brownies," she said, a polite tone in her voice but literal lightning in her eyes. "Thank you!" She turned and left, now with more determination than before.