More than just a little dazed, Jacee slowly lowered her legs. She'd be sore tomorrow, certainly. It was worth it though, of course. She was beginning to think this little side venture would actually have its upsides. Jacee took a few deep, steadying breaths before sitting up to perch on the table.<br/><br/>"Skip the docking fees, eh? Sounds fine to me. We'll leave in a little while; I need to at least pretend to be presentable. That means a shower. You may want to tidy up, yourself," she added with a raised brow and a wicked grin. With that, she stood and made her way to the shower stall that was tucked around the corner behind the kitchenette. As she did so, the evidence of their coupling slipped slowly down her legs. She was very glad for the shots she received ever three or so years that ensured that there would be no unexpected arrivals from situations like this one.<br/><br/>Jacee turned the water on, fiddling with the brass knobs to find the right temperature, and stepped in. Maybe the hot water would help ease the muscles in her back and legs. Coffee tables were not the most comfortable of surfaces, she noted. At least her first navigation job would be easy; getting to the moon, which was easily seen, shouldn't give her too much trouble. She sighed quietly; hopefully they didn't ditch her on some strange planet when she bungled the navigation. It was going to happen, that much she knew for sure.