"Oh, well, if they do try anything on the ship you don't approve of, let me know." she said, flexing her synthetic arm with a smirk "These things don't just look funny and give me a dulled sense of touch beyond pressure after all, more than once I've put a perp through a wall trying to subdue him, on accident."<br/><br/>Luckily, her question answered both concerns, from her daughter, Emma, and Thema as well.  Shula was quiet, but she was so cute she just had to give her a smile.  That, and she had to reach around and get a handful of Thema's lovely rump, squeezing it as she pulled her in close.<br/><br/>"That wasn't a half-bad seductive whisper there Thema, I see why you're the steward here." she said, reaching up with her other hand and tapping her forehead "Something tells me I'm going to be beating men away from you with a stick after the next port.  Guess someone here has to make sure I don't get bored and complacent."<br/><br/>She then let her go after one more squeeze, laughing and smiling happily.  It was so good, being retired, and having just gotten her rocks off from a lovely woman whose ass would get reamed something fierce later.  And with a great group of people too.<br/><br/>"So... got my room, met most of the crew that isn't predisposed... what else is there for me to do?  I know I'm the old woman here, but if you're thinking of putting me in charge..." she chuckled as she relaxed against the bulkhead nearby "Not a chance, enjoying my retirement here.  Can't think of a better place to enjoy it than with eight other beautiful women... and Sara."<br/><br/>A joke at an old friend; Sara knew she still looked good, wasn't lost on Roslyn at all.