Despite the 'order' to do so, Lapine had no intention (yet) of holstering her weapon. She did bring it down to a low-ready however, as she was requested to hold onto Smikey's glasses. Fine, he wanted to do this little duel? So be it, but Lapine was going to intervene the very INSTANT that it looked like things might go particularly poorly for the captain.<br/><br/>And with a flicker of a smirk, Lapine was happy to know that Nevaeh was on her side.<br/><br/>I never knew you could empower an analog weapon; good to know! Lapine telepathically responded back, twirling the glasses around as she walked backwards from the blossoming fight to Aoi's side. Sooo... is it just me, or is kitty there an android like us? Something seems a little off about her though...<br/><br/>Whatever it was, she wasn't sure, and she was not technically aware enough to figure it out though. Someone in engineering though, they had a better shot, Lapine figured. She was quiet as she watched the start of the fight, and was immediately turned off by it. She hated, truly HATED Smikey's opening move; the thought of someone exploiting her - uh, some android's programming like that did not sit the best with Lapine, and in any other instance besides actively trying to win a fight like this, she would be having words with the captain. As it was, it was a legitimate strategy...<br/><br/>And he apparently needed it; Lapine actually cocked her head to the side in confusion as he not only managed to whiff what should have been a decisive knockout blow, but then proceeds to nearly take a couple of volts to the brain from kitty-cat. Sure he managed to hit her in the end, but what the hell?<br/><br/>Nevaeh, if he needs my help to win this, I swear to you I'm taking his sweet, virgin ass as payment she telepath's back to the other android, moving her free hand to rest upon the taller, seated woman's shoulder. Speaking sweet asses: good morning you sexy slut-bot! As the only other person in here who is not sleeping, fighting, fucking, or cheering, wanna help me out?<br/><br/>she nodded to her raging boner stuffed into the skintight pants she was wearing, then waggled her eyebrows suggestively, and added in a couple of playful pelvic-thrusts in her general direction.<br/><br/>Saw I'd missed a meeting, couldn't do a morning show or crank one out sooo...