Mmmmm.

And then Ceru's communicator beeps.

- Hm?

"Ah. That'd be my first mate, probably."

"Probably important?"

"Probably reminding me we do technically have a schedule."

"A pity..."

"I can leave you my number at least."

"I'd like that."

Then Ceru will scribble it down somewhere for her.

...And then begin the hunt for her clothes.

She helps. A little. (And gives Ceru her own number.)

"Much appreciated. Maybe next time Ria will deign to introduce herself."

"I'll look forward to it."

Goodbye kiss for luck?

Kiss!

Kiss!

"See you soon, hopefully. Try not to get caught up in any blockades."

"I'll be careful."

"Bye, then!"

And she'll take her leave.

And she'll flop contentedly.

'That was fun.'

'It was.' Small laugh. 'Even vicariously.'

Warm glow. 'You like watching?'

'I like watching you.'

'Voyeur.'

'I will admit to that.'

'But I think you enjoy it too.'

'I'm apparently an exhibitionist.'

'It's good to know yourself.'