Zeta blinked. Her roundabout, haphazard social threads had finally rendered a result. "Khementari. You desire sexual intercourse with me?" Sex had been an integral part of Zeta's attempts to relearn the social construct, but a catalogue of the available information had done very little towards helping her truly understand it. All she could do was continually cross-reference until a result of minimum 60% accuracy made itself apparent. Generally, situations were over before Zeta had reached an acceptable result, but not today.<br/><br/>"I am not experienced. I would require direction." Zeta's normal aversion to this activity had fallen to the side today, as Khementari was responsible for the effective end of the Carrack fiasco. Appreciation and gratitude was something Zeta understood as central to social interaction. As Khementari had been quite helpful, this was as good a time as ever.