Oh she's got it all memorized already. For, you know, damage dealing purposes. Not for illicit tickling or groping or anything.

Hey, she got here first! Get your own half confused, half guilty expression.

Flashpoint's okay with breaking eye contact because yeah, that sure was an awkward pause. She's not expecting him to wrap his arms around her though, hands running down her flanks and over her door panels. It's...nice; the warm cleanser, the idle of his engine so near to hers. She purrs under the touches, nuzzling at his finial, a little timidly at first as her own arms circle around him.

She's not sure what's going on, but she's not going to question it. Nice things...don't happen to Flashpoint very often.