Her attention slides from his eyes, down his nose, idles for a moment on his mouth, and then climbs back up so she can look him in the eye.

"All right."

If they had more space between them, she'd nod her approval. He's got a point; after their last trip back to the island, she thinks they deserve all the freedom they want. She remembers how close Pickett got to beating Sawyer until he didn't get back up.

All that panic, getting back here and going to the hospital over that pacemaker scare: yeah, that's exactly what she was. She was scared. She was scared and furious and resentful, and if they ever go back -- they can't; not with Pickett hanging around to finish what he started -- it'll only be if she feels confident they can escape and get Jack the hell out of there with them.

He wants to go to Aphrodite with her, no tape-related strings attached? She'll be glad to let him.

"How's tomorrow sound?" She's all too aware of the tape in her pocket. There may not be any real rush, but she's eager to hear the tape for herself all the same. "Or do you have to check your calendar?"