She couldn't help but smile at that and in turn, she squeezed his hand. "You're kind, Neal. And interesting. We've got a bit in common. Being criminals and into art. We can hope we'll see each other again. Preferably without your subconscious after me. But if I can help in anyway, I'll at least try." She told him, concern in her voice.

"I don't regret anything I do. If it isn't me, then I won't do it." It was a sort of transparency that she liked. There wasn't much to hide.