Trish's brow furrows as the woman explains the true nature of her scent, though any furrowing fades immediately when she gets another whiff.<br/><br/>"Pheromones, and chocolate-flavored skin? I've never heard of those kinds of augmentations before." Even as she's thinking aloud, though, the woman is leaning forward and tapping her cheek, and Trish has no desire to offend a potential ally by snubbing her so soon. Well, that and she'd be lying if she tried to say she wasn't at least a little bit curious...<br/><br/>So, the runner leans forward and plants her lips on the woman's cheek in a reserved, almost timid kiss. Just enough to get the "flavor" of the woman on her lips, though in the process she gets a head-rush of the woman's pheromones... and feels another flush of warmth between her legs as she does.