While he's gone, she flexes her fingers in front of herself and closes her eyes, just to see how in tune she is with the ambient temperatures in the area, if she can make a kind of mental map based on the heat sources she can actually still feel. Mick's is still strong - it feels to her like he runs a little warmer than most people, but that makes a certain amount of sense. It also means it's easier to feel him approaching, and she opens her eyes and looks to him, drawing her hand back in. "Yeah," she replies, and her lips turn up in a half-grin. "How was it for you?"