Sarah blinks.  "Oh?  I see.  Nothing important then." She shrugs.  "A 'state of undress' you say?  I can imagine the memories the Dreadclaw grabbed."<br/><br/>She looks almost whimsical.  "I was a silly girl back then.  I remember the events, but they might have happened to someone else, it was so long ago."  She blinks. "And do I look that different?  I suppose my nose is a little smaller now... the Genator's work after a beat... after an incident about 30 years back."<br/><br/>Sarah's face takes on a still expression for a moment, but she then smiles readilly.  "I hope I'm not too vain.  I change my appearance mostly from boredom of seeing the same face in the mirror century after century."<br/><br/>She looks at him, taking in his face, the Vox in place of his mouth, the extra appendage... and shrugs.  "Honestly, I don't care much about another's appearence.  Too many pretty people are ugly inside... and visa versa."<br/><br/>She stands then in a teasing, sensuous pose, and looks over Thraxius's cyborg body with much the same air as he looked at her moments before.  "I wonder how much living man you still have left under those robes."<br/><br/>She then straightens, and smiles.  "Just curious.  We've been shipmates only a few months now, but I like you, Thraxius.  We might be good friends, given a little more time to know each other.  Tell you what.  Come to this little shindig with me tonight, and afterwards we can talk, maybe play a nice game of chess or something."<br/><br/><em>And if you're nice, maybe you could tell me just how much I have changed since those memories.</em><br/><br/>Sarah's smile is friendly, revealing little else.