“I am markedly not looking forward to him entering the bridge every morning with a parade precession, which I fear he might at this point.” She would speak quietly, smirking slightly as she’d let out a small breath of air from disallowing herself to actually laugh at the Astropath’s ‘wisdom’ on the matter of the current ruckus. Now that she had successfully calmed herself from the small ‘incident’ which, granted was embarrassing, but she found relief in the fact that no one else would of understood the context of precisely why she panicked.  She would let out a soft sigh as she’d find herself chewing her lip just slightly, occasionally glancing towards the man who was seemingly quite content to be holding onto her arm. Having never exactly successfully initiated ‘contact’ with someone whom wasn’t another member of the Machine cult, she wasn’t quite sure of what to say, or even do in such a situation. It was a rare context in which she found herself with absolutely no data to extrapolate from, but at the same time it did make the whole event all the more exciting. Though, she did wonder if she was perhaps, overanalyzing ‘innocent’ behavior.<br/>“I think it was some courtesy of our gracious hosts, but my sleeping quarters were placed right next to the boiler… it is a poor comparison, but it’s only from the dim mockery of the engine song that I’ve been able to sleep at all while here.” She’d say with a soft laugh as she’d shake her head. She wouldn’t appear to ‘get’ what he was implying at first, in fact it had gone right over her head until it seemed the fleshed part of her brain decided to look deeper into the statement that she would laugh nervously, quickly bringing her sleeve up over her face as she’d clear her throat subtly.<br/><br/>“Yes our uhm… company seems like it shall be, very pleasant company.” She’d say as she’d swallow slightly. Trying to snap herself back into a more ‘neutral’ state considering how out of balance she was starting to find herself. Though, he would still feel a slight squeeze on his arm from his and a soft graze of her fingers against his robe as she’d adjust herself, though it would be rather difficult to tell if the action was merely coincidence, or if the Magos had planned her movements in such a way that it would happen.<br/>“I am sure he will be crushed by your inevitable rebuke.” She’d say dryly, with a flat expression as she’d glance toward Zanatov, and then Hwan Zhou.<br/>“It is a shame, the offspring would have been quite comely.”<br/>