Mira did an overly exaggerated wince, along with the recoil away and the arms put up in self defense when she talked about a candlelight dinner in a hangar. "Ooh, now that's a real delicate issue you're bringing up there, if done wrong, it gets you a nice hand across the cheek... so I've seen thus far anyway." Mira straightened up and chuckled lightly. "I don't know about you, but I'd rather not have the smell of mech fuel ruining a perfectly good dinner."