That's the trouble with this whole thing. He has literally no idea how much time he does or doesn't have. He could have hours to work with before anyone sniffs him out, or, just as easily, he could have only minutes before this whole thing comes crashing down around him.

But he's going to try. He doesn't have to, but he's going to.

He holds on until the urgency of potential danger makes it untenable. He lets her go and steps back, feeling a bit flush. He doesn't get all touchy feely with people every day.

"...I gotta go hook things up on the other side. You go get your things together in the meantime. Where should I meet you?"