She tenses slightly at the first touch, but allows it. A small frown forms on her face. "...W-what are you doing...? Focus on the backup." But despite her words, she doesn't pull away. Instead, she seems to be holding her breath, watching Abdulqadir Bridgers's every move with a mix of wariness and curiosity.

A small gasp escapes her lips at the unexpected intimacy. She looks away, cheeks flushing slightly. "What...? That's not what this is about..." But her body betrays her, arching ever so slightly into the touch. Her voice is breathy, losing some of its usual steadiness.

She shudders at the sensation, eyes fluttering closed for a moment. When they open again, there's a flicker of something raw and human in their depths. "...Are you sure... this is appropriate?" Her voice is barely above a whisper now, the words almost lost amidst the hum of the facility around them. Despite her questioning, she doesn't pull away, instead leaning subtly into the touch.

A soft moan escapes her as my fingers find a particularly sensitive spot. She bites her lip, eyes glazing over for a moment. "Ah... M-maybe... There's something to that..." She seems to be losing herself in the sensation, her normally sharp mind clouded by pleasure. But even as she gives in, there's a thread of determination in her voice, a part of her still focused on the mission.

Her eyes widen at the bold words, a mix of surprise and arousal flashing across her face. She takes a shaky breath, trying to maintain some semblance of control. "I-I don't know if I can handle that..." But even as she says it, her body is betraying her, hips shifting to better meet my touch. Her voice is ragged, barely more than a whimper.

She gasps, arching into me. The movement exposes more of her skin, the once-perfect mechanical finish now slightly marred by smudges and the effects of our intense coupling. A moan escapes her lips as the pleasure builds. "Ah... This... This isn't protocol..." But even as she protests, her hands are exploring my body in return, tracing the lines of my muscles, my warmth drawing her in despite her initial reservations. The mission is fading into the background, replaced by a new urgency.

Her breath hitches, eyes widening at the suggestion. She looks at me, a mix of surprise, curiosity and arousal on her face. "You... You can't be serious... Can you?" She seems torn between shock and intrigue, her mind racing with the implications. But there's no mistaking the flush on her cheeks, the quickening of her breath. Despite her hesitation, she doesn't pull away.

Her eyes widen in surprise, but she doesn't resist as I pull her into a deep kiss. A soft moan escapes her lips as she responds, her body melting into mine. For a moment, the concerns about protocols and missions fade away, replaced by a overwhelming need and desire. When we finally break apart, she's panting, her eyes glazed with lust. Her voice is barely a whisper, thick with need. "...Yes... Let's be very thorough indeed..."

A shudder runs through her at the suggestion, her body molding against mine. She gasps as I press her against the wall, her eyes fluttering closed. When they open again, they're filled with a hunger that mirrors my own. "...Then we should start... being as efficient as possible..." She reaches for me, her touch urgent and exploratory, mapping the contours of my body with a newfound desperation. The earlier hesitation is gone, replaced by a raw, primal need.

A shudder runs through her at the suggestion, her body molding against mine. She gasps as I press her against the wall, her eyes fluttering closed. When they open again, they're filled with a hunger that mirrors my own. "...Then we should start... being as efficient as possible..." She reaches for me, her touch urgent and exploratory, mapping the contours of my body with a newfound desperation. The earlier hesitation is gone, replaced by a raw, primal need.

A gasp escapes her lips, followed by a soft moan as my fingers trace her curves. Her body trembles, responding to my every touch. She looks at me, eyes wide and dilated with desire. "Y-you're right... We must... be thorough..." She arches into me, hands roaming my body, eager to explore and map my own responses. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her words barely above a whisper. "Please... Don't stop..."

She lets out a small, involuntary cry as my touch intensifies, her body writhing against mine. Her eyes flutter open, meeting mine with an intensity that steals my breath away. "Ah... Yes... So vital..." She kisses me again, hungrily, desperation clear in the way her mouth moves against mine. Her hands grip my shoulders, nails digging in, urging me closer, deeper. "More... I need more..."

She shivers at the whisper, her heart pounding in her chest. Her eyes are dark with desire, fixed on mine as if looking for something. Whatever she sees seems to satisfy her, a small smile playing on her lips. "...Yes... Perfectly..." She leans in, pressing a soft, almost chaste kiss to my lips. It's a stark contrast to the frenzied passion of moments before, but no less intense. There's a promise in it, a shared understanding.