[ She makes damn sure there's not a flicker of evidence that would say she wanted him again. Because she doesn't. She's positive of that (right?). Having known nothing about the man, not even of his existence, and the first thing she does is fuck him. She wishes she could have gone back and withheld from drinking, knowing now what absolute trouble it's caused her. Especially the residual feelings that were inflicting at best.
She remains close behind. Close enough that if he were to stop suddenly, she'd likely bump into him. All the same, she stays alert, drawing her gun up slightly as he does with his phaser, and shadowing any of his movements while they advance further into the basement. The smell is getting worse. She makes a face but her voice won't give away to that. ]
Where are you from?
[ Why not attempt to know more about him outside of how well he fucks? It's not like they're having much luck finding the circuit breaker just yet. ]
no subject
She remains close behind. Close enough that if he were to stop suddenly, she'd likely bump into him. All the same, she stays alert, drawing her gun up slightly as he does with his phaser, and shadowing any of his movements while they advance further into the basement. The smell is getting worse. She makes a face but her voice won't give away to that. ]
Where are you from?
[ Why not attempt to know more about him outside of how well he fucks? It's not like they're having much luck finding the circuit breaker just yet. ]