Zeta obeyed silently, allowing Khementari's breasts to brush against hers, to allow the tongue to enter her mouth. All this time she was frantically trying to repair her threads, making renewed efforts to recover her scrambled data, but making no more progress than before. Signals came pouring in from her erogenous zones, telling her that she should have some type of reaction, and the research she did agreeing... but... nothing. She sat still, accepting the attention, not knowing what to do.