"But you haven't gotten handsy yet, so I'm not sure you were being honest," TJ countered, even though she wasn't really complaining. Attempting to shove him in the snow wasn't really something she was going to try, but she wasn't counting his admission as an actual admission.

As soon as he started to ask his questions, TJ knew she'd made a mistake in letting him ask them. Still, fair was fair.

"I once thought I'd make an okay redhead. I didn't, by the way," she started, then ran her fingertip over the rim of her glass, nodding, "And I have a sister and nieces. My dad was a tailor, so I knew how to stitch before I became a medic," she said, in an attempt to lighten the mood before she crashed it, and then went with, "And, uh." She changed her mind from what she'd been about to say, and went with something else. "The worst thing to happen to me? Probably knowing I'd never get home."