"Well, I guess I could always go shopping on my own ... " she decides, looking mock disappointed as she knows Jack is just teasing, anyway. She's teasing, too, to be honest, the insinuation there that, if she goes shopping on her own and leaves Jack to let the others know what's going on, she will buy him the absolute worst swimsuit she can find. A speedo comes to mind -- followed immediately by images of a pair of faux denim short-shorts swim trunks she saw, once.

Either way, she follows him, taking in everything, thoughts of terrible swimsuits giving way to the repeated ideas that she and the other Horsemen will have a good time, here, that they need this, that it's beautiful. Even without the connection, all of that would be clear in the smile that lingers on her face at the end of the tour, soft and warm and pleased. Not to mention, "Yeah, I'm so ready for this."