Aria shrugged the top off her shoulders - coming to the Proserpina hadn't changed her preferences for form-fitting clothes, though she mourned the loss of her favourite jacket, having found nothing similar to replace it with in her time on the station. Her own hands worked busily to divest Jackson of his shirt and vest; so many layers, but then, humans were always cold, weren't they?

"What about Rat?" she said when they had come up for air a minute later, their hands and lips still exploring the newly-exposed flesh on display. "He certainly knows how to play a role..."