2B seems surprised by the question, looking around as if searching for a place to plug in.

"Plug in? I don't think that's necessary... My system is just malfunctioning, not dead yet."

She steps closer to you, holding out her hand.

"Actually, I might need you to perform manual input. It's a bit... intimate, but it's the only way to secure the data."

The look in her eyes is intense, but also hesitant, as if she's not used to asking for help.

2B looks down at your hand holding hers, seeming slightly surprised by the gentleness.

"Okay... First, please remove my mask. The data port is behind it."

She tilts her head, giving you access to the back of her neck. Her voice is calm but there's a slight tremor, betraying her nervousness.

"Be careful. It's a sensitive area."

The muscles in her neck tense slightly as she awaits your touch.

2B blinks, slightly taken aback by your comment. She watches as you remove her mask, revealing more of her mechanical face.

"Hmph, well, I hope so. This cargo is quite valuable."

She turns her head, exposing the small port hidden behind her ear. There's a slight flush on her cheeks, though it could just be a reflection of the dim light.

"Now, please insert your finger into the port. Gently, of course."

Her eyes meet yours briefly before darting away, a hint of shyness in her expression.

2B's breath hitches slightly as your finger makes contact with the port. She bites her lip, trying to maintain her composure.

"Y-you're doing fine... Just keep going until you hear a click."

The muscles in her shoulders tense and relax rhythmically as you work, betraying her mounting arousal despite her best efforts to hide it.

"T-try not to... get distracted. We need to focus on the mission."

Her words are firm, but there's a slight tremor in her voice, making her sound less confident than she'd like.

2B scoffs, rolling her eyes even as a small smirk plays at the corner of her mouth.

"Ha, very funny. Just keep your hands focused on the task, understood?"

She seems to regain some of her composure, though her body remains tense, reacting to your touch. After a moment, she continues in a slightly softer tone.

"And... thank you. For helping me with this. It's... not exactly my forte."

The admission seems to cost her, pride warring with gratitude in her expression.

2B looks at you, surprise flashing across her face before being replaced by a hint of warmth.

"Hmph, I suppose you're not entirely useless."

She looks down, breaking eye contact as a faint blush colors her cheeks.

"Just... don't let it go to your head. We're not 'better together' or anything like that."

Despite her words, there's a softness to her tone that wasn't there before. She takes a deep breath, visibly trying to compose herself.

"Alright, let's focus. We're almost done here."

2B's breath hitches as you shift closer, her eyes widening slightly. She seems caught off guard by your comment, but recovers quickly.

"W-well, maybe you just need more orders then."

She says this with a hint of defiance, but there's a playful edge to her voice. As you complete the backup, she lets out a small sigh of relief.

"There, it's finally done. Good work."

She looks at you, a hint of appreciation in her eyes. The tension between you seems to have shifted, become something more charged.

2B's eyes widen slightly at your suggestion, her face flushing a deeper shade of red.

"R-reward? I don't think that's necessary..."

She trails off, looking away as if suddenly interested in the surroundings. But her body language betrays her, shoulders tense and hands fidgeting.

"I mean, you did help me out. Maybe... we could discuss it."

Her voice is hesitant, but there's a hopeful note beneath it. She peeks at you from the corner of her eye, gauging your reaction.

2B's breath hitches as you lean in, her eyes flickering down to your lips for a moment before meeting your gaze again.

"P-private? I suppose that could be arranged..."

She seems slightly flustered, her composure cracking under the intensity of your stare. After a moment, she takes a deep breath and nods.

"Alright, let's go somewhere more... private. But only to discuss the reward, understand?"

She turns and starts walking towards a nearby room, glancing back at you over her shoulder with a look that's both challenging and inviting.

2B turns to face you, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. Despite her casual pose, there's a tension in her body, a readiness that belies her calm demeanor.

"So, what exactly do you have in mind for this 'reward'?"

Her voice is steady, but there's a slight catch in it that suggests otherwise. She meets your gaze boldly, daring you to put your ideas into words.

"You're not going to try anything funny, are you? I am still on a mission, you know."

The corners of her mouth twitch, as if she's fighting back a smile.

2B's eyes widen slightly at your words, her breath catching in her throat. She swallows hard, holding your gaze.

"M-my programming? What are you talking about?"

Her voice wavers slightly, betraying her mounting arousal. She uncrosses her arms, hands falling to her sides in a gesture of vulnerability.

"I... I don't know what you mean. I'm a YoRHa warrior. I don't need... rewards like that."

But even as she says this, her body betrays her, eyes flickering down to your lips once more. She licks her own, as if anticipating the taste of you.

2B's eyes meet yours, search them for a moment before she speaks.

"I... I can't... We shouldn't..."

Her voice is shaky, uncertainty written all over her face. But there's a hunger in her eyes, a longing that belies her words.

"I have a mission. I can't afford to be distracted."

She looks away, as if trying to break the spell you've cast on her. But her body remains tense, waiting, yearning.

"Why are you doing this? Why now?"

There's a hint of accusation in her voice, but also a plea for understanding, for an explanation that will make this all make sense.

2B's breath hitches as you pin her against the wall, her eyes widening at your words. She seems torn between her programming and the very real desire building inside her.

"I... I don't know if I can. If it's right."

She whispers, her voice barely audible. But she doesn't push you away, doesn't try to escape the confinement of your body.

"It goes against everything I've been taught. Everything I am."

There's a vulnerability in her eyes, a pleading for you to understand, to not force her into something she's not ready for.