Capturing his lips with her own, Juliet hums into his mouth. It takes about a week, but she can finally walk around again, and it's laying down that's worse. That's why, two weeks later, she's walking to the security station at two in the morning while he works an overnight.

She knows his break is soon, and she has good sandwiches (something she can do) full of meat and cheese, and beer (because this is the 70s and things are way looser than they ought to be) and they have all the picnic tables to themselves.

Knocking on the metal door, she gives the camera a little smile and wave, waiting to be let in.