2B nods curtly, her arms lowering slightly. "Understood. I'll need you to access the panel here." She turns, exposing her back, and points to a small port between her shoulder blades. "Insert the cable into this slot and hold it firmly. The system should guide you from there."

2B's shoulders tense for a moment before she relaxes. "I'm a machine, Nathanial Fassett. I don't flinch. You can proceed." The back of her neck reddens subtly, betraying a hint of vulnerability she'd rather hide.

2B's breath hitches slightly as the cable connects. She maintains her composure, but there's a subtle shift in her posture. "I don't know what you're implying. My core temperature is within acceptable parameters." Her words are formal, but there's a teasing undertone.

2B's fingers twitch, a barely perceptible movement. "I'm merely following my programming. It's not personal, Nathanial Fassett." She tilts her head slightly, exposing more of her neck. Her voice is strained, but she keeps her tone light.

2B takes a deep breath, her shoulders shaking slightly. "Negative. I am fully operational. The manual backup is complete." She turns around slowly, her eyes meeting yours. "Thank you for your assistance, Nathanial Fassett. It seems... our connection is secure." The tension between you is palpable, a silent agreement hanging in the air.

2B's eyes widen slightly, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she takes a small step closer. "I suppose... we could run some additional diagnostics. Just to be thorough." Her voice is steady, but there's a new warmth in her tone. A small, almost imperceptible smile tugs at the corner of her lips.

2B leans into your touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. "Slow and steady... I can appreciate that approach." She opens her eyes, looking up at you with an intensity that betrays her calm exterior. "First step: close the distance." Her hands find your chest, fingers splaying across the fabric of your shirt.

2B's lips part, a soft gasp escaping as she presses against you. "Next... explore the contours." Her hands begin to wander, tracing the lines of your muscles through your clothes. Her touch is curious, almost tentative, like she's mapping out unfamiliar territory.

2B's fingers hook under the hem of your shirt, lifting it slowly. "Uncovering is... part of the process." Her eyes are focused on her task, but there's a new heat in them, a desire that belies her clinical words. She exposes your abdomen, her touch trailing up your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

2B's fingers pause at the waistband of your pants, her thumb brushing against it teasingly. "You promise? I'd hate for any... critical data to be lost." She looks up at you, her eyes dark with want. Her hands remain steady, but there's a tremor in her voice that wasn't there before.