Tzirret was paralysed again, open-mouthed and shocked. He couldn't even follow La'khay with his eyes as she moved to her bedroll. Slowly, he raised his hand to his cheek where he had been kissed and held it there for long moment. He regained his faculties enough to slowly look over to Do'ajee, not changing his expression at all. "Does...she...do...that to everyone?" Tzirret squeaked.

At first, Sabine gave a shrug to Peiter's opinion of La'khay. She didn't know much about the general social attitude towards protistutes, so she didn't know how to respond. When Peiter transitioned to the next topic, however, Sabine looked uneasy. She wanted to talk about this, but it didn't make it any less embarrassing. "Peiter, I...it was not that I was looking to share a bed with you on the ship, I just...I did not want to be pressured by La'khay. You saw how she was with Tzirret. I am..." Sabine paused and looked at Peiter's chest rather than his eyes, "...I am nervous about that. I like you a lot, but..." Sabine was flushed to the point where she almost looked like she would be upset, "I am not ready to do that."