Becca watched the blue light shimmer on Fanya's perfect form utterly mesmerized. So lost in the sight was she that when the strange object was held out to her, Becca stood unmoving with her gaze openly staring. When she realized, she coughed and bit her lower lip. When she held her hands out to take the object and Fanya touched her, the young mechanic let out a soft moan. It was the tiniest thread of sound but Fanya was so close that Becca was sure that she heard.<br/><br/>Her blush was darker than anyone present had ever seen and she took an instinctive step away from Fanya. The scent of the woman's skin was enticing and Becca needed room. "You're most welcome Miss LaRae, I'm glad to help where I am able. If there is nothing else, I will get started on this right away." She turned sharply and made her way to the door. It took her a moment the shift the object enough to open the door and she looked back over her shoulder to mumble a quick farewell and hearing Fanya's thoughts on how to improve things she almost dropped the item. That cold shower was needed desperately now. She took a step out into the hall, praying that no one stopped her. She tried to not be jealous of Emma, but it was pretty hard not to be at that moment.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>