She shrugs one shoulder against his.

After a moment, though, she lifts her head, and she meets his eyes. "I don't do anything half-assed," she says, and it may seem sudden, but it's been something she's been thinking about, lately.

(Hard not to, really. There is this little reminder that she sees every time she kriffing looks down.)

Her mouth sets in a familiar stubborn, determined line.

"I'm going to be the bad-assingest mother the galaxy's ever seen, or die trying."