"Well, you are pretty likable," she allows, with a flash of a smile that's playfully predatory. She stands, and makes the trip across the room to his chair with languid ease. She crawls into his lap with the confidence of an overly-affectionate cat, swinging her legs over his to straddle him.

Leaning in to kiss him is enough to get her heart racing- which is when the bubble that is her scrub-right decides to kick in, popping in to existence so fast it sends her flying backwards and onto the floor in a heap of completely unfeline grace.

"-the fuck?"