Sometimes there was a massive advantage in Hal not being a living thing. It meant transport was easy. There were some woods nearby, Alex had discovered them on one of her wanderings, quiet, away from people. Some place they could just walk and not be discovered. So she offered him an awkward half smile as she held out her hand, slipping her fingers through his and using the movement to tug him closer, placing her other hand on his shoulder. She'd never quite figured out how much contact she needed with him in order to teleport with him, but using both hands seemed to do the trick well enough.
Closing her eyes, concentrating for a moment, picturing the woods in her mind, she could feel the shift in the air as she pulled them from one place to the other. Instantly the world changed, the soft carpets and warm air of the house changing to a breeze outside, the sounds of birds in the trees.
"I will never get tired of doing that," she tried to lighten the mood a little by joking. Every time she felt a flash of thrill and nerves when she did it, something she kind of hoped never went away. That little part of her that always wondered just what happened in between there and here, if one day it would go wrong, if the men would come for her, if something would happen. That was the thing about dying, you learned not to take things for granted.
"So," she turned to face him, leaning against a tree slightly with her arms folded. "You wanted to talk in person."
Okay, so she had been the one being all avoiding, but that didn't mean she was going to do the brave thing and go first.