"How careless of me," Yamina said as her deliberately deceptive path through the dark corridors of the DropShip brought them outside the hatch to her corridor.  Yamina palmed it open, then smacked it hard with the heel of her hand when it stuck.  The DropShip was much, much older than she and sometimes things needed a little persuasion.  "This isn't the way to the Mess.  It's my bunk," she said and turned to smile at Hiro. "How ever could I have brought you here instead of reporting to the Mess early for Erich's discussion?  Very, very careless of me indeed, Hiro."<br/><br/>Yamina leaned back against the bulkhead outside her bunk, shoulders pressed into it but ass not quite touching.  It pushed her hips out towards Hiro and made her back arch like a cat's.  Yamina rested her hands behind her back.  "Can you ever forgive me?"