"No big deal," she says, mocking just a bit. Because it is. She looks to the side, then eyes him again. She'd thought about their reunion a lot since she'd made the choice to stick around and wait to see if he showed back up. Sometimes that's all she thought about. The first time he'd been here, she'd withheld a proper connection with him, using him for sex and then pushing him away. She knew how he felt about her, she always had, yet...she'd held back so much. And she's on a path to do things the same way now. It's not right to let things happen the same way. Yet can't she fight against this later? Sort things out later?

No—

There are other people in the mess hall, enjoying their breakfasts, and really, their presence has been the main thing holding her back. So it's a sudden movement on her part when she decides to quit worrying about that and reach to cup the back of his head in her hands. She presses into the kiss too hard, too messily, too...well, too eagerly. She's not worried about mistaken identities. This is Church, she knows it is. And the fact that he doesn't understand why this kiss is so important angers her. And she takes it out on him in the press of her lips.