She’d been so absorbed in working on the<em>Marauder</em>that Elisa hadn’t even noticed Graff’s stripping down to his tank top and shorts. She also didn’t mind at all, even if she was too polite to comment at how he looked with the material clinging to his rim build. Her own hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail in an effort to keep it under control which had only been partially successful, the result alternating between loose strands plastered down by sweat and a scruffy mass coming out the back.<br/><br/>Elisa pushed off after Graff, headed to the mess hall with him to cool down and relax. Truth was that she was starving after the nightmare that the op had become, and wanted to get something – anything – into her badly. “Tell you what.” She added as the pair of them floated in. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ll be happy to carry you back. Right now, I think we all need all the help we can get.<br/>