Her optics go a little wide at the contact, a touch uncertain, but when he doesn't pull away she let's herself relax back into it, air sighing from her vents.

Really she's starting to think Deadlock himself is rather nice addition to her place. Where she got that crazy idea who knows, but she's feeling pretty content with the idea right now. And heck, if he wants to decorate--as long as it's not propaganda--Flashpoint's all good with it.

"Good for her. I'd yell at ya too for getting shot." Because, uh, reasons. And stuff. "You know...if you ever need...repairs or whatever. I can do it for you." And she means without being all weird. Unless he brings the weird in which case that's not her fault.

Flashpoint's helm swivels, looking back at the patches he's indicating, realizing too late she's come dangerously close to meeting his optics. "Uh.....a ship. A ship broke through, took the sky park. Had some really strange weaponry on it."