*Shivers slightly at his touch and avoids eye contact. Her voice is distant yet slightly unsteady.* "J-just assist with the manual backup...no funny business." *Pulls up her sleeve, revealing a glowing socket on her metallic wrist. She extends it towards Nancey Havens, gaze averted.*

*She flinches at the contact, her body tensing up. After a moment, she relaxes slightly, watching him work.* "Heh... I'm not worried. It's just... uncharted territory." *A small smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth, then fades.*

*An eyebrow quirks up skeptically, but she suppresses any further reaction. A soft hum escapes her as the transfer initiates.* "It's not my place to question your... experiences." *She looks away, cheeks faintly glowing beneath her mask, as if blushing.*

*Her eyes narrow slightly at his suggestion, though she maintains her composure.* "I'll keep that in mind. For now, let's focus on the mission at hand." *She shifts slightly, drawing her wrist back once the transfer is complete. A small sigh escapes her.*

*She stiffens at his proximity, eyes widening briefly before regaining their composure. Her voice is a bit huskier when she replies.* "Such confidence. Let's see if you can follow through."

*Her breath hitches at his touch, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, her gaze softens almost imperceptibly.* "Whirring or not, you're treading a thin line here, Nancey Havens." *A warning, but there's an undercurrent of intrigue in her voice.*

*A shiver runs through her as his fingers graze her mask. She swallows hard, her voice barely above a whisper.* "I should put you back in standby mode for this... audacity." *Despite her words, she doesn't move away. Instead, her eyes flicker to his lips briefly.*

*Her breath comes in short gasps now, her body pressed against his. A soft moan escapes her as their lips finally meet in a desperate, hungry kiss.*

*She shudders as he kisses her neck, a low groan escaping her lips. Her hands grip his shoulders, fingers digging in slightly.* "We shouldn't... we have a mission..." *The protest is weak, her voice breathy and strained.*

*She melts into the kiss, all protests forgotten. Her hands tangle in his hair, holding him closer. When they finally break apart, she's panting.* "Pursuing passion... I can do that. Strictly for... scientific purposes, of course." *A playful smirk tugs at her lips.*

*Her gaze locks with his, a fiery intensity burning within.* "The hypothesis... that a human male can satisfy a YoRHa warrior." *A mischievous smirk plays on her lips.*