"Hey, it started in your berth. How do you think I feel about getting sloppy seconds?" VERY sloppy. Incredibly sloppy. Almost too sloppy to make into a terrible joke. Almost.

And... Oh. Frag. She is so not laughing. Not yet. Her optics are too huge to leave space to open her mouth--which is sayin' a lot mind you--while she watches Deadlock get passed around the trope of dancing demons.

"Wow, now I'm kinda jealous..." she says under her breath. Uh. Not because he's dancing with someone else. Because those demons are way better dancers than she is. Maybe she could pick up a few new moves...?