-Alassca, Grayn - Main Bridge-<br/><br/>Alassca managed to finish her briefing professionally, but the closeness of the superior officer, the handsome Orion, was still distracting.  She knew as she turned to face him that her nipples were extended, visibly through her uniform.  While her body, her undergarments, and her uniform were all creations of herself, she had placed them in layers, so that the "hidden" parts of this body still responded and affected the appearance of the more external coverings.<br/><br/>She could, of course, simply alter the body to eliminate the indicators of response, but her interviewers at the Academy had impressed upon her how she must build up trust and friendship with her shipmates, and any use of her abilities for "disguise" would endanger that trust.  Besides, alterations of her form, especially for such petty reasons, would bring on the need of regeneration more quickly, and possibly lessen her effectiveness to her duty.  The XO's touch to her arm affected her senses more than even normal touch of humans upon her Deltan form.  She had read that Orions were trained from birth with special skill in erotic touch.  Even at her groin, she felt a response, a slight swelling and moistness.<br/><br/>He had not had any verbal response to her analysis, not acceptance, rebuke, or even acknowledgement.  She had noted an anatomical response through his trousers, but she was uncertain how to interpret this regarding her report.  This worried her, and his invitation to the second chair did not immediately quell her concerns.  Once seated, he seemed completely professional, ordering a change of orbit and otherwise going about his business.  In her seat, Alassca felt a bit inferior; even the lower height of her chair seemed to emphasize the XO's superior position over her.  Alassca pulled over her own seat's console, entering in her own code to transfer controls for the Intel station to her there, and attempted to concentrate on other incoming data until called upon.<br/>