Busy work [Communications - Chris, Zach, and Karl] [John and Tex, John's quarters]

[hart_of_time]

The first thing John did after Joanna left was put the fucking wriststrap back on. It felt weird, too loose on her delicate feminine wrists (she snorted--she did not feel delicate) with the skin all unmarred beneath. Not that the scarring was even noticeable, really--nanogenes did wonderful things--but there was a certain lack of sensation there

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[tinas_bra]

Tex held perfectly still. Playing inanimate had gotten it out of several potentially dangerous situations, and this looked like it might be that. It had just been doing its usual poking around and exploring, but here was a person with a gun. And not a standard-issue Starfleet phaser, either.

It would have quivered with excited curiosity if it wasn't being prudent.

[hart_of_time]

John took a step closer, stretched out a foot, and prodded the bra with her toe.

[tinas_bra]

Tex was not going to fall for that. It did not flinch. Though it might not have rumpled up quite as limply as a lace bra that wasn't sentient would have.

[hart_of_time]

She narrowed her eyes at the bra. It moved more smoothly when she nudged it than he'd have expected, but then maybe this universe just had technologically-advanced undergarments. She bent down to pick it up, and stumbled--her center of balance wasn't where he was used to it being.

She examined the bra. It was pretty and lacy, but otherwise, to all appearances, just a bra. There were no other clues to how it had got into his room, nor what she had seen moving out of the corner of her eye. She dropped the bra on the floor again.