"Cooled?" Zeta was stymied by this phrasing. Khementari certainly felt an appropriate temperature when their bodies touched. "Do you have an exhaust system?" Zeta had no idea how loaded this question was.<br/><br/>A fellow pilot walked up to them both with pilot suits that had been hanging on the wall near them. Zeta looked to him and shook her head. "My outer layer needs to complete maintenance and requires six minutes and thirty seven seconds to set. I will arrange my own clothing." The man shrugged, having that same facial expression that most humanoids capable of expression had when Zeta denied their aid. She wasn't able to interpret it, but someone had once told her it was called "frustration."<br/><br/>"Khementari." She turned back. "Are you damaged? Do you require maintenance?"