Jodie pulls in a breath, then cautiously offers, "Likewise." It's getting easier, as the CIA's pursuit becomes an increasingly distant memory, to not treat every new acquaintance as a potential liability, to not wonder if (or when) they're going to sell her out. (They still might, of course; there are other organizations to worry about, but she's not on anyone's books yet, as far as she knows.)

Of course, there's still the issue of the liability she carries around with her on a fucking leash. If anyone's putting their safety at risk, here, it's probably Bee.

"A couple months," she says with a one-shouldered shrug. "What about you?"