There was a part of Elisa that wanted to slap Graf for his copping a feel, but there was the rest that, right now, just didn’t care. She was happy, Graf was happy and, given all the crap they’d been through in the last day, she wasn’t going to start any trouble now. Besides, the truth was that she<em>liked</em>Graf, which was rare enough in and of itself.<br/><br/>“Mmm, you  guys got it lucky.” She replied, more then a little tipsy herself. “You get all the good eye-candy. Most of the men in this team are beat-stick ugly, yanno? Save for you and, well… you.” She laughed a little as she reached the door of Graff’s room, opening it and stumbling in with him. “Mm, there we go, into bed with you and…” She half dropped him, half tripped, winding up lying hal on the bed with him, laughing like an idiot. “Whoops.”<br/>