Kol's eyes didn't leave hers, the cool gaze quietly informing her that She was going to have to be entirely naked in the next thirty seconds, or he'd simply upend his glass of rum and juice over her head, and toss her into the shower until a security detail can remove her, sans clothing, to the ship's brig. "If you need privacy, too bad. Now, either finish the order, or I'll ask the Doctor if we have any old-fashioned physical probes. Then I'll ask her to refrigerate them first."<br/><br/>He waited, watching her eyes until she reacted.