<ul>It was a bit of a struggle to move, but with his hands holding most of her weight, the two clumsily made their way along.  How long had it been since she had crashed into him? Not too long ago, but even so these hallways felt familiar now. She had almost died here, not too long ago, right in this hallway.<br/><br/>Zilah was down to her black sports bra and underwear now that the suit was gone. She wasn't sure how she felt about that, particularly because Quen's hands were on her, and the fingers were warm and in his own way he cared. He cared as much as anyone was expected to care about a stranger forced upon him, that had saved his life and promised him the chance of glory. <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Come with me</span>, she'd said, <span style="font-style: italic">I'll give you the artefacts</span>. If...<br/><br/>He cared that she was a woman, that she could serve a purpose.<br/><br/>Her hands gripped anything they could touch to better support herself as she was helped into a bunk. Not the containment bay bunk, not her own bunk, but his. Her eyes wandered around, falling upon mathematical models. No, Zilah wasn't sure how she felt about that.<br/><br/>Despite it all, she did not release him, but forced him down beside her on the bed. The mattress left much to be desired, and her body whine in protest. <br/><br/>She could play this game as well as Quen, Being a physical creature just as much as he was. It had been lonely for her too, out there in the vastness of space, or in exotic planets where guns were constantly pointed at her, and she was always running away from something. Zilah had no home to return to.<br/><br/>"You cheeky bastard," she mumbled, shifting so that she could bury her face into his chest. It didn't matter who he was, there was warmth radiating from his body and she felt good here. "Taking advantage of a wounded woman like this. I'll have to write a letter of complaint to your superiors," even as she spoke her arm fell over his body and held him prisoner. <br/><br/>She'd lost a lot of a blood and drank a lot of whiskey. No one could hold her accountable for this.<br/><br/>It was only a minute, maybe two, when the exhaustion took over and her breathing became more even.  <br/></ul>