This was perhaps the longest Kay had maintained a rigidly still posture, every part of her poised for-- something. Any sort of reaction that would give her a yes or a no, and she'd been prepared for a negative one, and how she'd have to draw back if that was indeed the answer he went with. But she hadn't said anything else until he'd spoken again; she'd watched him, and observed, and waited, all things Kay didn't usually do without having to be reminded to do so.

When Johan's answer did come, quiet but full of conviction, it took her a good minute or so for it to fully sink in, complete with tiny choking noise. Then, with no idea what she was doing, but running on instinct the entire time (because that was just what she did), the sandwich was dropped back in the bag and she pushed off from her seated position to pull him into a hug. Not for the first time did she wonder if Byrne choosing him as a nest on that first day was truly a coincidence, or if the Murkrow had lived up to his name and had known what would come of it.

"I don't think I'm going to forget anytime soon," she muttered, a true statement if the tightness of her grip was any indication. There were no more doubts in her mind; she'd made the right choice with this one.