It's not a question that she really expects a serious answer to. Besides, she's already thinking about kissing him again.

"Right. We were a little busy with the whole saving my life thing". Her breath catches when his lips press against her neck and her eyelids flutter closed as she dips her fingers further beneath the collar of his jumpsuit, nudging the zipper down a little so she stroke his collarbone and the curve of his neck. "Mmmmmhmmm," she hums contentedly into the kiss, shifting a little to get closer to him. She's not willing to break the kiss in order to talk. She'd much rather let their actions talk for her.

In retrospect, she'll be embarrassed and she'll hate that she kissed him for the first time under these kind of circumstances. Right now, she's far too lost in kissing him.