Angela stared at him for a moment not comprehending his words, trying to figure out why she stretched and touched the translator instantly his words made sense. Yumi even being polite enough to fill her in on the bits that she had missed. When he was done she just smiled and slipped the translator back over his neck, "No need to say thanks" she says simply before standing and stretching again.<br/><br/>Looking about the shredded remains of their clothes and the dead zebra not too far from them she chuckled a bit, scratching at the back of her head "Well...we are going to need some new clothes..."<br/><br/>"Computer replicate two uniforms for Lt. Commander West and Pilot Dren" Angela instructed the computer then waited for the order to be followed. After a few moments two freshly made uniforms were produced on the sand before them.<br/><br/>"Here we go" her tone belying her calm exterior, what just happened between them was confusing and she could not help but feel guilty. Technically she was single and free to do as she wanted but it was that technically part that was getting to her and making her feel so guilty. She enjoyed what happened between her and Dren, she would never deny that though they had just met. Whether or not this was just a one time thing brought about by a mix of stress, tension and hormonal imbalance. She was going to have to speak to the captain about it, if only because she and the captain had a friendship and she needed to speak to a friend now. Yet she had a feeling that was going to have to wait till tomorrow or the next day, given how they were all going to be busy with repairing the ship and the mechs.<br/><br/>When they were both dressed Angela was not sure of just what to say to Dren or where to go from there. After a moment though she came up with, "Well we are both running on little to no sleep but if you want the company you are welcome to come back to my quarters. We can have some tea, coffee or whatever..." nervousness written all over her body and posture as she stood there with her hands in her pockets and rocking back and forth on the heels of her boots.