The lack of response for those first few seconds makes her doubt, but he's quick to cycle through his power failure and she can almost feel his face heat up as he flushes like a human would, a mechanical reaction just like the ones she's experienced herself, so she knows he's got to be feeling warm and light, fuzzy and happy.

It makes her happy, beyond pleased to have been able to give this to him when she knows she probably should have beaten down these walls long before they even woke up here together.

She should have told him something, anything, to make him understand that no matter what happened they would always have each other. All she has now is a kiss, her hand at his neck to soothe and keep him close instead of to hurt him, and when he finally starts to kiss her back and she can feel him smiling the feeling of intense love in her chest only swells, grows hotter and brighter all because of him.

It's the reciprocation she was craving, a sign that this is okay, and once he gives it her other hand lifts up to cup his cheek. Her gloves are still on, she's not touching him skin to skin like she'd like, but just like he won't break the kiss to ask questions she isn't going to stop kissing him so she can take her gloves off.