Liz felt as though she was diving into some industrial rabbit hole, following Magenta down into the bowels of the ship. She kept quiet until they were inside the room, but she didn't particularly like what she saw. Compact was one word for it, inhumane was another. Admittedly she was used to, at bare minimum, a much higher level of accommodation than it seemed they provided to the staff. It didn't take away from her desire to be with Magenta, especially not when Magenta lips pressed against hers again, and Maggie's tongue delved into her mouth. However, it did make her think that, as far as possible, her own place was definitely the preferable locale for their time together.<br/><br/>Liz tossed her purse aside, hoping it would land on or near the desk, but not really caring much. Liz pushed back into the kiss, her own tongue moving to explore Maggie's mouth, as her hands moved down Magenta's back, and her fingers moved to squeeze Maggie's ass. There was a sense of inequality, there, she supposed. Magenta was wearing a uniform that was at least a bit conservative, businesslike, really, while Liz was still wearing a bikini that was now barely doing the minimalist job it was designed for, as it got stretched and pulled by the friction of two bodies.