She kissed him back, not caring who was watching. Even if Malcolm Reynolds had suddenly appeared in that alley, Zoë would have left her request for immediate time off until she was done kissing her man.
They weren't interrupted. Which was good. It meant she wouldn't have to rip anyone's face off for daring to interfere.
"And it's over," she said, with a finality in her voice that wasn't to be reckoned with. All of time and space could try to counter that statement, and Zoë would give them a run for their money. Her tears had ceased, soothed away by Wash's kisses, and now, she was calm. She had her man. The rest could all be taken care of.