She looks over her shoulder a touch sharply, though it's surprise at his earlier words — after my death — that shines through in her eyes. There's something there, something that takes her a million miles away almost wistfully, but after a moment she blinks, and the surprise clears into another wickedly half-cocked smirk.
"If not special, then at least lucky. However, whether it's God-endowed luck or not, we're not gonna find out tonight."
If she doesn't outright wink she at least nearly does, but she's turning back to the replicator before anybody can linger on it too awful long. If he's to flirt with her, she'll flirt right back — but he best watch out. He doesn't know what he's flirting with.
"Computer, can I get a pair of trousers in a thirty-two waist? What-ever style is handy."
There's a brief chirp, and then a high humming noise as the replicator produces the requested item, as if out of thin air. Kate reaches in and unfurls the pants, light and silver but well tailored, and then turns her attention back to Booker.
"Think all of you will fit in these?"
Given the pointedly arched eyebrow, she's probably teasing him some more.
[ooc: on reflection, I don't think the replicators in Ten Forward can make anything else but food and drink, but I'm not sure and I already committed myself so WHOOPS. ^^;]
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"If not special, then at least lucky. However, whether it's God-endowed luck or not, we're not gonna find out tonight."
If she doesn't outright wink she at least nearly does, but she's turning back to the replicator before anybody can linger on it too awful long. If he's to flirt with her, she'll flirt right back — but he best watch out. He doesn't know what he's flirting with.
"Computer, can I get a pair of trousers in a thirty-two waist? What-ever style is handy."
There's a brief chirp, and then a high humming noise as the replicator produces the requested item, as if out of thin air. Kate reaches in and unfurls the pants, light and silver but well tailored, and then turns her attention back to Booker.
"Think all of you will fit in these?"
Given the pointedly arched eyebrow, she's probably teasing him some more.
[ooc: on reflection, I don't think the replicators in Ten Forward can make anything else but food and drink, but I'm not sure and I already committed myself so WHOOPS. ^^;]