<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/33wsll2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>SO Leta "Bot" Charlaine Lister<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Science<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1<br/><br/>Standing next to Havuk in the turbolift was quite the thing already, but when he grabbed hold of her hand, Leta knew she wasn't the only one whose feelings were going wild. "I really hope we can continue this, too," Leta said and squeezed his hand in return, her thumb caressing the back of it as she looked down at her feet, her brain indicating nervosity. "It's very pleasant indeed, Commander." She added to her previous statement and let go of his hand, his hands traveling up to her face and cupping it as he asked her his question. Havuk was a very professional and reserved man and Leta respected that, not wanting to have any uncomfortable encounters with the staff either. Uncomfortable questions would be asked, she was sure of that, and that was the last thing she wanted to happen.<br/><br/>"It's alright, my name is Leta, after all," She said smiling at the taller man as she looked up, his eyes looking deeply into hers and giving her the impression he was indeed very serious about this all. "I fully understand your concern, there is no need to explain it further, Havuk-kam." Leta added, and with that showed him things were "cool" between the two of them, as Humans would put it. Having her face so close to his made her a slight bit dizzy, though, so she turned away from him, her hand sliding over his arm when they walked out, keeping up a professional appearance in order to come across as two perfectly "normal" Starfleet staffmembers, something they would both never<em>really</em>accomplish, but something to strive for nonetheless. Leta had seen him smiling, he had squeezed her hand and held her face... All of which were signs of humanity, as had her blushing and nervosity been, and her want for him to be her mate, that instinctive drive was as well. If she wanted to live a satisfying life, she'd have to live with insecurity as well and that was a sour apple she was more than willing to eat in order to get to her dessert.<br/><br/>Speaking of which. Havuk ordered quite some food, but that was logical considering his size and how much he walked around when he was at work, burning all the calories off in no-time. "Computer, one shrimp tagliatelle and a diet coke, please," Leta spoke, knowing how stupid it was to say "please" to a computer. Even though she had been brought up well, this was a bit odd and something that needed adjustance. She'd learn about that soon enough, finetuning her etiquette and when not to use it. Leta ate from the pasta she had ordered, cleaning her mouth with her napkin as she wanted to respond to his remark. "It's a strange expression indeed, but one I have gotten used to using to describe myself," She said with a smile, looking at the desserts asshe finished her plate. Leta sipped her coke through a straw, unaware of the ambiguity of which and thus carelessly holding it with two fingers and sliding the tip of the straw in her mouth in a fluent motion. "Sharing seems like a good option to me, I always find it hard to choose between desserts which often just leads to me having none, and then regretting it. I'll just leave my programming that way, I believe it makes me more... human. Are you enjoying yourself, Havuk?" Leta asked, placing her hand upon his and looking around if there were any people who could see her doing this but pulled away her hand soon enough. It was a gamble to make, but one worth all the risks.