Monkling drops her head. Then there's Stone. Lovely, solid, loyal Stone...Stone who looked so lovely without a shirt on...Stone who smelled of arousal, even through the door. Stone who had been the focus of her late night fantasies...Stone her best friend and partner.<br/>She finally shakes her head, and moves back to the door. She hesitates, then unlocks it, opening it...and shakes her head.<br/>"Sorry...didn't mean to...to bring it down. You go on...have fun."