She was so used to having to pry answers from him, that she was surprised when he honestly answered her question, and then some. It also didn't take rocket science to know who he was talking about. She knew who he was talking about.
Knot looked away from him. Not just to the fire, but to the other side of the cabin, because she knew in that moment, she wouldn't be able to school her face, so she turned it away completely. Her eyes closed and her brows knitted. It didn't fix everything, what he said. While the words exchanged in their fight had a lot of truth to them she didn't want to acknowledge until now, there were quite a handful of things he had said to her with no other intention than just to be cruel. It didn't absolve all that hurt, but to know that he hadn't pushed her aside, that he still thought of her, too---
It changed a lot for her.
After a moment, when she felt she could reign in that sudden burst of emotion. Knot fished out her phone. She'd try to pretend like it was a reason she had turned away from him, and checked the time, anyways. Still no reception, but she didn't care anymore if this storm lasted for 30 more minutes for the next 30 hours.
"Yes and no." She answered, slipping her phone back into her coat pocket and turned to look back at him. "See, I'm in the same boat in a way, but my line of work is a big reason why we're fighting. After some time, I'm seeing the problems with it...so it's not with enthusiasm I'm throwing myself into it. Just enough to get by, until I figure out what to do next." And maybe, sometime soon, she'd be able to just tell the man without the need for placeholders.
"By the way---" Knot reached up to cup his cheek, and then she leaned in to kiss him. She didn't linger, but her lips against his were firm and sure. The woman let her hand drop. "Happy New Year's." She said. "It's just after midnight. You're not exactly the first Russian I wanted to kiss in the new year, but you'll do." She smirked at him.