Annabelle leans into his touch. "She likes you, you know," she adds with a grin. "If she can manage it, it might be you running into her next year."

Annabelle reaches over to the nightstand, putting the brooch safely in a drawer. "I'll have to talk to Alyx when I see her next. I know they were planning on a wedding one of these days," You know, when they can get a break from rebuilding human society and kicking alien ass.