Newton's gaze will haunt her until the day she dies. Jason's may only leave her questioning herself for the next few days. She doesn't like that feeling, but it's a necessary evil. Just because she's paranoid doesn't mean there isn't someone out to get her.

"Well then." She wonders if he can tell what's going on beneath her surface, or if she hides it as well as he does. "I suppose we should say goodbye for now." She stands up from her seat, secretly pleased with the minor edge she gets in height from it. "I'll leave first, if you don't mind."

She's pleased with it, because it allows her to have the final word, which is in the form of a brief, but heated kiss before she turns to part ways. If there was any question as to what they were up to on their end of the bar, she's hopefully put the finishing touch on their little ruse. "I'll call you," she assures without looking over her shoulder as she heads for the door.