"Ow... ow... ow.... I feel like a wet Sunday morning in Faslane...." Abbey moaned weakly, as she slowly began to come back online. She looked down at the destroyer's hand as it fondled her, before looking back up at her with somewhat bleary eyes. For a moment, a weak smile crossed her lips. "Hey, if you're going to do that, at least buy me dinner first...." she said in what almost sounded like a bad attempt at humour, before she sat up, and then put her hand on a railing, and pulled herself back up onto her feet. "So.... who are you anyhow?" she asked.