"If it came off with the clothes I'd have a lot less of a problem with it," she says. "It's just me. Here, I'll just show you," she says, getting up. Without much warning, she swings her legs over his, muscle memory guiding her into an easy straddle, one arm resting on his shoulder as she leans in to kiss him.

She moves faster than with Vasquez, at least, knowing what's coming this time, and moves back before the forcefield popping into existence can throw her off. She stands a few feet from him now.

"Now try to touch me," she says, spreading her arms, palms open. He'll find his hands stopped by the shielding force around her. "I'm sure to someone, this is funny."