"Can't blame a woman for being overly cautious; you prevent more problems that way, trust me." she said, following her daughter (who again insisted on holding and hauling her by the hand, apparently clingy after so long without her 'momma' around) "After all, that's why you brought me on, right?  Feel nice and safe with 'mum' around."<br/><br/>They were in the ship now of course, down one hallway - it felt a tad cramped to Rose - where the crew apparently had their staterooms.  She was the one right in the middle of the five apparently, double-booked with Sara.  Her daughter was two over with the 'frenchie's' room between them.  Also had the pilots - two apparently - in one room and a full-time steward... mmm... a girl whose job is to 'service' people...<br/><br/>...speaking of 'service': she was greeted by a set of perky tits on the body of a woman just shy of two decades younger than her.  Wow, those were nice and natural... looking, at least.<br/><br/>"Yeah, Roslyn Wallace, call me Rose, Zlata." she says, nodding to the woman "And I don't mind the nakedness one bit; I actually find it a refreshing way to start of a long, enjoyable retirement."<br/><br/>She nodded to her daughter as the door to her room was open... and something told her the immaculate bed was hers.  And then her daughter dismissed herself... heading elsewhere to do her own prep work.  Well, they'd get to talking and reminiscing in no time, but for now she needed to get settled... though a glance at the mostly-naked woman next to her...<br/><br/>"Hey, come in here." she said, coaxing the woman to follow her as she hauled her locker into the room "Your bunkmate is 'indisposed' in your room from what I understand.  Best to leave her be until she's done.  You can keep me company in the meantime, and don't feel you need to cover yourself for my sake; I've seen and done things you can probably only imagine, and no offense but I doubt you have something I haven't seen already..."<br/><br/>And into her room she'd go, checking to see what she had and where she could store things here.  Messenger bag on the bed for now, clothing into the built-into-the-room locker, weapon toolkit on the desk that was<em>clearly</em>not Sara's, along with her messenger bag on second thought with her comp and various lockpicks and intrusion tools (gifts from her previous long-term career, permits the only thing keeping them mostly legal).  Didn't take long, minutes really...<br/><br/>"So, Zlata... mind if I check something?" she asked, but didn't wait terribly long before reaching over and taking hold of her breasts, lifting them up and down, bouncing them in her palm a bit, and then squeezing (her sense of pressure was still there, but pain and pleasure were limited with her synthetic limbs "I'll be damned, they<em>are</em>real!  Apparently we both got some bloody good genetics, chest, and back strength!  Let me guess, you used to be a Marine weren't ya?"