Joan looks at him, examining his face, imprinting every single detail in her memory, knowing she won't be seeing him for far too long.

"I love you," she whispers back.

She kisses him again, gently this time, before pulling back again, just enough to whisper.

"I think we can trust Beard," she whispers. "I can get him a burner phone that he can give to you with the number of a burner phone I'll have. If we're careful and don't use the phones in public, we can contact each other."