The mechanical maiden allowed her lips to part into a rather wide grin,  she reached out taking hold of Zeta's hand.  She guided it slowly to her core,  gently brushing her hand against her own hot slick lips.    "You could assist me... later perhaps."  She leaned forward gazing into the mechanical female's eyes.  She didn't care if she was observed,  her real secret was now out in the open, she released Zeta's hands.<br/><br/>She raised an eyebrow at the offered garment.  "I'll pass... my own clothing is custom tailored to my body."<br/><br/>Her eyes returned to Zeta.  "I don't think I can be repaired in this lovely...  but archaic ship.  I'll have to wait for my own systems to right themselves."