She was speaking as a woman thoroughly used to being left behind 'for her own good' on a semi-regular basis. She could see the signs of preemptive ditching coated in guilt and good intentions. They paved the way to hell, mate, and that's exactly what she was trying to avoid. He wasn't a time-traveling pompous git, and she wasn't a naive little girl anymore. She was well aware what she was getting herself into, and she was absolutely okay with it. It was wort it.

She smiled at the kiss to her forehead, and leaned up to catch his lips properly. "Good."

She pushed herself to her feet, and held out a hand to pull him up, as well. "Right. I could go for chips, and you've gotta tell me all about this guy. Crowley or whatever."