Whether she takes the answer as confirmation or denial, Kalinda smirks. It's a good answer. She could say that she maybe just hopes he can keep up with her, but instead she takes in the sky for herself, working down her cigarette with another deep inhale.

Through half-lidded eyes, she watches the paper glow red and burn down to ash to be caught in the breeze or tapped off into the tray. She considers what he's proposing silently. If he were anyone else, she'd give him the standard warning, that this isn't any more than what it appears to be on the surface. But with Don... she doesn't feel the need to.

"Sure." The cigarette's crushed into the receptacle on the bar rather than beneath the sole of her boot. She leaves her cash there, too. "Let's go." Without waiting to see if he's going to lead or follow, she takes the initiative, pushing off the bar and heading for the stairs.