Joan glared back at him, grinding her teeth.  "Ex-CUSE me!?  Who the FUCK do you think you..."  As she was about to yell at him and lose her shit, though, Kestrel's mind antics went into action.  Suddenly, Cala's hands formed around Joan's lovely, squishy breasts before they squeezed playfully.  "WWAHHAN!!"<br/><br/>"Come on, Joan... calm down, would ya?" Cala cooed, groping and squeezing her squad mate flirtingly.<br/><br/>"Let go of me you crazy bitch!  What the fuck's wrong with you!?" the British girl fired back, struggling to get the red head's hands off her chest.  The whole time, Cassandra looked on in utter shock, her face red as a tomato.  And Miko just stared blankly.  Their minds told them what they were thinking, however.  Joan had a twinge of enjoyment as she was finding herself less and less able to actually get rid of those hands, as if the power over her excited her, opposite what she said.  Cala was totally focused on being flirty and rather enjoyed her squad mate's body.  Cassandra was turned on by it, but he sensed that she wished it had been going further... much further... and much kinkier.  And Miko was utterly disinterested in this whole lesbian thing.  That was the state he left the team as he went away.