One thing at a time, improvising what to do next. It's how she lives her life. It's why she's here at all, back against the wall and practically melting. Oh, they've done this dance, and Daisy doesn't need to treat her delicately - she can take it, can take the frustration and the stress and clear her mind. That must be the satisfaction from Calvin's death putting her in such a good mood.

So instead her hands go into Daisy's hair, keeping her near, kissing her like she's been waiting for this all day. It'll go as far as it needs to go.