Gipsy smiles, then reaches to cup his face and pull him down so that she can drop a kiss on his forehead, like he had done for her. It's a repeat of the gesture -- if it means anything, she doesn't realize it.

She knows she likes it, though.

Goodnight, Hercules.

The image will fade from within his arms as Gipsy powers down, gently booting him from the Drift.