( Alex laughs without reservation, short lived as it is. That he's agreed to an agenda for tomorrow (whatever tomorrow looks like, there are no windows in this whole place), it gives her a nice focus. Since the only other one she has is the card...

... She narrows her eyes after he leans in, and then she leans in also, poking at his shoulder. )

Do that, and I'm slapping you in those fuzzy handcuffs over there, marching you to the ticket counter, and buying your face card for you. Then having you carry all the pastries you're buying both of us and anyone else who even has a hint of sad puppy eyes until we get out of this place.

( She leans back, smiling brightly. )

Ball's in your court.