She seemed a bit surprised when he touched her, but by no means did she pull away. The tension in her was perhaps more obvious with him closer, even the barely noticeable trembling through her frame. It was as much tension as pain, wondering how this was going to fall out. What he would say, what she would do if he said no...what she would do if he said yes.
The attempt at a joke at least got an attempt at a smile, but Kira was wiping her eyes as well. Must be something in the air. Drywall dust or some such. She instinctively knew that if she started crying, it would probably set him off, and then they'd both just be a mess. "No, I don't." Even more quietly, as she just looked up at him. "Just you, Pete. I wish I had an older brother like you..." Maybe things wouldn't have ended up this way, if someone had told her that what she was wasn't an abomination.
"Who else would I ask?" For a long moment she couldn't bring herself to say anything else, just hugging him fiercely when he crouched down. The question of how was one she'd been dreading, though, and the question brought that fear back to her eyes. It was natural, human, to be afraid of death. Especially when it was so close. "I...soon, Pete. I can't eat anymore, not much. I'm coughing up blood. If I take this collar off my powers are going to kill me or someone else." Soon. Now. She was so scared, shivering as she contemplated his last question. "I...hadn't thought about that much. I don't know much about these kinds of things. Do you...have an idea? Something that wouldn't hurt too much?" She'd thought about a gun, but it just seemed so messy. Knives hurt too much. Strangulation was a horrible way to die. But Pete had done stuff he couldn't talk about. Surely he knew other ways.