"Still on track?" I hear from behind me, slightly out of breath. I set the autopilot back on, leaving the manual control I was holding on to for fun in favor of conversation with Aayla. As soon as I turn to answer her, I see her revealing tube top damp with sweat from exertion and barely remember to finish my sentence of "The flight is going quite well... totally on track." I cringe slightly, with just my eyes, at the stumbled mumble. 

[i]Smooth. Looks like she really exerted herself. I wish I was there to see it all unfold...[/i] my mind almost totally goes off track.

Catching my thoughts, I manage to calmly ask "How was your dancing? You were gone for quite a while, and judging by the state of your clothes, you were not idle." I slide in at the end, a sly grin lightly turning up the corners of my lips.