He couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips as he touched her hair. "Oh, it's fine. I'll just pretend you're really a guy if I have to." Though he found it odd that he really didn't want to. He kissed her again, because he wanted to, and it felt right. And she was alive, dammit, and he could feel the week's worth of tension and fear dissolving away the more he touched her.
He pulled away, reluctantly, though his hand drifted down to lace his fingers with hers. "Let's get you home," he said as he walked her to the X-Jet.