Desmond looked at her and chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his head. "I'm fine, I'm fine. Just feeling a little off..." It was then the smoke forced its way into her field of vision, forming a heart, and then spelling out 'I love you' in little wispy letters, seeming as if Desmond had done it on purpose. He lets out another exclamation of surprise and his hands find his seat, gripping, waiting for... something. Will she lash out? Yell at him? He wasn't sure...