"Oh." It sounded stupid, beyond stupid, even, but for a moment there was nothing more Mary Jane could say, struck speechless by both the prospect of marriage and the context in which he'd mentioned it. All sorts of responses were filling her head, variations on how much she wanted that too, or that he was speaking in a time of crisis and wasn't thinking straight and they could talk about it when, God willing, Norman was taken care of and they'd made it through this, but though she tried, she couldn't make any words come out. Finally, she took a deep breath -- not an easy feat, given all that was on her mind, and nodded once. "Right."

Before he could respond, she leaned in and kissed him, gentle but with intent, about the only way she could think of to tell him her thoughts on the matter. She just hoped he would get the message, if only because she wasn't sure how likely she would be to manage anything coherent just yet.