Her body was tensed in anticipation of one of the Assholes making the first move.  In fact, she wanted one of them to take the first swing.  Then she could claim self-defense.  It wouldn’t lessen the punishment Nowak would dole out but it would give the illusion that she hadn’t gone looking for trouble.  But even the threat of being subjected to more experiments involving electricity didn’t make her back down.  She was itching for a fight and these assholes deserved what was about to happen to them.<br/><br/>She sensed him stand up, ready to back her up, ready to help wipe the smug right of their would-be assailants’ faces.  His chest against her back, the steady beating of his heart against her back regulated her breathing.  Just as she was about to step towards the trip, her better half began to breathe against the back of her neck.  Her gut response was to curse at him in her head but it was impossible to stay mad at her Nebula.  Not when one of the side effects of his calming method got her blood pumping in an entirely different way.<br/><br/>It was the theft of her food that forced her forward, her eyes narrowing as #1 took a bite of her dinner then threw the drumstick back onto her tray.  The feel of his fingers wrapping around her wrist pulled her attention back to the only person in the room that mattered.  The small group wasn’t forgotten; they would pay for their sins later.<br/><br/>Chrys promptly ignored the assholes in camo as she turned into her tattooed lover, practically melting against his chest.  Her right hand lifted to rest on his chest, fingers tightening against his shirt.  There were times when she hated how he so easily played her like a fiddle to calm her down but there were also times like this when proving a point by breaking some jerk’s arm would only land her in a tank of proverbial hot water.  “I hate you,” she murmured the words in a tone that indicated the opposite was actually the case.<br/><br/>Realizing they would not get the reaction they wanted from the couple who was now fully engaged in each other, the three men each took a turn spitting on both Nebula and Chryseum’s trays before wandering off.  Their leader tried once more to get a reaction by barking but their world had shrunken to just the two of them.  Flustered and frustrated, they stomped away, pushing past anyone who got in their way.<br/><br/>Her focus was locked onto the man who was still holding her by the wrist, not trusting her to stay put and not chase the fight.  She wasn’t going anywhere though.  With a soft sigh, she lifted her head from his chest to press her lips against the side of his neck, kissing him once then twice.  Her lips dragged up his neck and along his jaw towards his ear.  “You need a shower.”  The statement was matter-of-fact and to the point.  Her teeth closed on his earlobe before she pulled back to wink up at him.<br/><br/>Untangling herself from his body, she began to back away between the tables, her eyes locked on his as a playful smile curled one side of her mouth.  He would chase her, she knew that.  It was just a matter of how much of a game he wanted to make it.  Once several tables’ worth of distance was between them, she turned and made a break for the doors.  Lawson chose that moment to step out of the food line with a tray laden with food.  Chrys laughed and spun around her but the distraction slowed her down for a second, the change in her path almost making her miss the door.  She spared another second to look back over her shoulder, checking to see how close behind her he might be.