<div class="floatleft">(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo191/Gunmetal_Discord/Catgirls%20and%20Rayguns_zpsma7rzco0.png)</div>Kaylee quirked an eyebrow, looking just beyond the little cutie who'd had them all brought aboard.  The emphatic way that her subordinate was signaling her to turn down the inquiry was almost impossible to miss, after all.  Looking down at her tea, she blew the trail of steam light away, taking another delicate sip of the earthy tea as she stalled and considered her options.<br/><br/>On one hand, she could let her tiny grace voice her curiosity.  Honestly, it would steer the conversation in directions that she was more familiar with.  Away from work, away from where thet'd been lately, away from what they were transporting a where.  Maybe she'd be compelled to say some awkward things, but if that entertained their hostess and kept her in a good mood until her sweepers finished investigating the Honey Pot, so much the better.  She let her eyes glance over towards the Captain, whose motivations for comming here were clear enough...it might open a path for her to help that aspiration along.  There were worse things than having your boss in your debt.<br/><br/>On the other, Number One seemed to indicate it was a Bad Idea.  While he might simply be horrified about the impropiety (he seemed the sort), the<em>was</em>the possibility that he was looking out for her.  Not that he had any reason to.<br/><br/>Though, if she were honest, the fact that someone wanted her<em>not</em>to just made her want to indulge the little princessmeven more.  It was a combination of her curious nature, and pure feline contrariness.<br/><br/>"Well," she finally said, "I suppose her grace is at the age to be curious about such things.  I won't mind a few indelicate questions, if you'll forgive a few indelicate answers."<br/><br/>