<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/33wsll2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>SO Leta "Bot" Charlaine Lister<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bridge<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1<br/><br/>Getting a bit more comfortable at the situation as this was purely scientific, Leta relaxed and spread her fingers, letting out a sigh of relief as he told her it wasn't to be considered dangerous or strange as it was the natural way her body functioned. "Thank you, commander, and my apologies if I have made you uncomfortable," Bot said as he remarked he had been taken aback by her questions. She didn't see any harm in it though, and went on. "I do not think I need any sexual intercourse right at this moment, as I am not willing to conceive a child anytime soon and besides that, I am on duty and should be fully focused on doing my job. Thank you for your compliment, though. I'm returning it, as I greatly enjoy your presence and like the way you look. It has a positive effect on me, if the lubrication is supposed to be positive for human females. I shall examine it myself when I'm able to spend time in my private quarters, but must return to my work now as<em>work ain't gonna do itself</em>," Bot added, talking in a heavy southern accent as she had been raised there and had gotten used to her mother saying things like that.<em>Work ain't gonna do itself, darlin'. You have to walk 'n talk and work hard if ya wanna relax when drinkin' that beer at night</em>she remembered, but just nodded at her own thoughts as Havuk unplugged her, his hand cupping her cheek and sending a pleasant feeling through the skin of her lips as he lightly brushed against them. For 0,67 seconds she thought about mirroring his movements, but decided not to as it wouldn't be logical to touch the Vulcan's face right there and then. There was no reason for her to do so, so she clasped her hands together and waited for him to be done. Why was this taking so much of her energy? Why couldn't she just get it off her mind and be done with it?<br/><br/>"No, commander. I do not think I need any further assistance, however I would like you to check up on me after I have examined myself. It might be of use as I think you are by far more experienced with this and I might take certain things the wrong way and misunderstand them for other physical signals. That is all I am asking. If this is to be considered something I should talk about with a woman, I shall logically turn to someone in the medical section of the ship, but as you seem to have plenty of knowledge about the matter and are considered a friend of mine, I would prefer talking to you. Humans and other species often mistake my attitude for coldness and you are the first not to tell me about that." She said, now standing up and brushing her hair straight as well as her uniform, her erect nipples having softened again, but the heat in her private parts still lingering upon her body. It wasn't considered something that would be a "big issue", but wasn't what she was used to. She'd check up on herself and see if she was alright with this, but for now she needed to be fully functional as a science officer, her job to get the ship to work at her best. And so she banished the odd thoughts from her mind, ready to take orders and to get to what she was good at: working hard on the ship, making her captain's job easier as the ship needed to be 100% updated. Leta opened up a panel that controlled the climate on the ship and soon found that the temperature had been on too high and that the sonic showers hadn't been fully functional. A wave of excitement went through her body as she had - again - found something and corrected it to where it should be, knowing every small thing she did helped her colleagues out. It satisfied her, this job, although few people really knew what kind of work she did for the ship. It wasn't much, but it made a difference, and that was enough for Leta.