Not feeling exposed<i>enough</i>? Ianthe blanched at the thought, and though she answered, firmly,<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"No, I'm not an exhibitionist,"</span>she coiled her fingers into the band of her sports bra and began to peel it off.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"But if this is what it takes to get you over your trust issues with me?"</span>Her eyes followed the package Neymi tossed to Toi even as she bared more of her curves...<br/><br/>...Only to stop, abruptly, as Anisa and Darion arrived in the engine room. Her expression twisted into a scowl at the Bulor woman's quip, but she kept quiet, and rather than finish undressing snatched her coveralls off the impromptu examination table and began pulling them back on.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"I don't think anybody in our line of work really needs a pompous reminder about the consequences of betrayal,"</span>she pointed out, mildly.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"And if they do, they're not going to <i>be</i> in our line of work for very long. I'm sure that each of us has a long and interesting list of ways we can kill one another, but I joined this outfit to make credits, and there's no profit in posturing. So, yes. I'm Ianthe. Nice to meet you, Anisa."</span><br/><br/>She paused for a moment to step back into her boots, then turned towards Toi.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Thanks for, um. That was one of the more interesting medical exams I've had. Definitely better than the needles and scans I'm used to. Do you eat? I was going to check out the galley when you paged me, and I wouldn't mind company."</span><br/><br/>With her mental defenses still lowered for Neymi's benefit, and her perception wide open, she caught enough of Darion's fantasy to sigh inwardly even as her blush deepened. Occasionally she found herself wishing she had either far more or far less skill as a reader; this was definitely one of those times.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>