Tylar's face was still shiny with unabsorbed face cream when she breezed into the rec room, lightweight house dress swishing around her long legs. The loose-fitting pink lace was gathered at her waist, ending halfway down her massive thighs, and was gloriously breathable after a few hours in her exosuit. Fresh out of a cold shower and feeling absolutely starved, she waved to Skye without slowing her pace, approaching the fridge like a lioness on a hunt.

There was usually a good stock of quality snacks, and today was no exception. She removed an armful of containers, building herself a plate stacked high with cold roast chicken, raw broccoli and baby carrots, cubed cheese, grapes, mandarins, apple slices, peanut butter, salami, and a generous dollop of ranch dressing. She paired the plate with a comically oversized cup of ice water and a normal sized cup of chilled white wine, tiny in her large hands as she took her feast over to one of the couches.

Nibbling at her plate, she relaxed into the cushions as Skye played, letting the music and the food relax her. Or maybe that was the wine. In either case, by the time the song finished she was feeling pretty good. "What were you playing, boss?" She asked the redhead, a small smile on her lips. "It's pretty." Her voice was deep but feminine, not as husky or mature as you might expect in a person of her size but youthful despite her years, like she'd never quite found her voice as a woman and still spoke much the same way she had as a teenager.