She half-turns, tucking fallen hair behind her ear, the corner of her mouth quirking at the look on his face. It might even be called a smile, were someone generous enough to consider such a word. "I'm guessing you haven't had a chance to catch up on science fiction, yet."

Not that she necessarily approves of the idea. It's risky as hell in the event of an enemy boarding party -- the bigmouthed computer could just direct a team of unfriendly operatives straight to the captain's quarters. It's a liability.

But a handy one, and she doesn't hesitate to take Rogers' invitation, just follows the running lights with a quick, firm step.