Her reply died in her throat when he kissed her. She'd been about to wrap her arms around his neck but thought better of it. Their journey wasn't over. When he pulled away from her, she turned to the man she'd paralyzed, sighing and shaking her head by way of an apology before she killed him by stopping his heart. She didn't know how she did half the things she did, just that she could. It was probably the same way with Sweeney; most people would have asked how he could have done what he did when he was too busy doing it.
Her petite body must have looked comical as she followed him, her movements closer to skipping than walking. Unlike him, she didn't mind when her victims thought of her. She actually liked it. Of course, she could hear them, and that made her smile.