<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/l6rWRqD.jpg)</div><br/>It seemed that the women present liked blushing uncertainly, which was both a relief as she'd let that reaction slip quite accidentally, and reassuring since Tacita always felt strange and uncomfortable when she wasn't doing something to make others happy. Which, admittedly, had been the last few weeks, as she was alone and had no one to take care of.<br/><br/>So, she let her blush deepen as both women touched her, each experiencing the oddness of their fingers sinking slightly through the holographic clothing to poke and stroke at what was undeniably bare flesh.<br/>She also made absolutely no attempt to stop either of them from touching her.<br/><br/>"I ... I just got here," she replied when the doctor appeared. "So it's not me that's next."<br/>Of course, that meant it was likely one of the two women currently with their hands on her and while she definitely wanted them to get the medical attention that they were here for, she would be missing their touch when they were gone. Although maybe the continuing wait would give her the chance to talk the other woman into taking her home so she could have someone to take care of again.