... Water cooler talk? [ Was that something else, like Vor, Datapads, spaceships and God knows what else she had some how missed.

She settles where he does, warmer for it, more comfortable. Tentatively, in reply, she lets her own arm move to his waist. ] Only four or five, this evening. Hopefully they will go off and tell their friends that I am more trouble than I am worth. [ Spoken for, now, she thinks happily, shutting her eyes briefly with that thought. Finally.

Doesn't tell him that half the men and women she'd spoken too so far, had already made that assumption on his behalf, more than one to inform her that she could do better than some Komarran. ]