[ The shoulder squeeze is met with a squeeze in return to Steve's hand, Robin's short, painted nails lingering there for just a second, until Steve launches right into the heart of the matter, and she lets go, choosing instead to look straight out the windshield, lip quirked in a half frown. ]

Are we sure there isn't a cosmic rule? I mean, I hate to be the one to say it, but until we know how or why they're alive again, we can't know one way or the other if it will last outside of this place.