In a daze he focused on the flashing red light on the outline for the "Trader" on the alarm board. Denny had given the Flock a laugh when he regaled t...hem with his consternation on seeing the full outline of the vessel. The AI's repetitious announcement of "Port Side Passenger" broke into his consciousness and he had toggled to the hull view. He saw a suited figure hanging onto the grip by the No 5 hatch holding up the suit intercom lead. Denny had hit the response light and watched the figure. Her lips skinned backwards and she crooned. “It’s working...”“Adoran is right in the next corvette...” Thale muttered.“Like you’re monolove!” Quah grumbled. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked aside, looking more grumpy than seductive at that point. “And if you can hump some girl in your dreams, I should get a shot at your railgun, you know?”Thale breathed in short, sharp gasp. The back of his neck prickled. His ears flattened back against his head and his tail froze in place. His. "Go for it, Kate."Ben finished his sprints, breast-stroked over to where we were standing. Still breathing hard, but smiling.Kate didn't say anything, just moved up to Ben and into his arms. Took him a little by surprise when she pressed herself against him, but he reacted quickly. His arms around her, then one hand down to her bottom to pull her in tight. Kate kissed him, firmly.Ben lost in the kiss for a moment, until he remembered I was right there. Hand off her bottom in a flash, worried. As soon as he arrived I knew who he was. Christian Knight was tall, around 6'2 and he had an atheletic, muscular frame. He had olive toned skin, beautiful features and exquisite grey-green eyes. His hair was black, streaked with only a hint of silver, just hinting at an older age than his other features gave away. It was hard to put an age on him, but I guessed he was late thirties- to early forties. "Hello," he said in a silky voice, "You must be Charlotte." Urm, yes, you must be Mr Knight," I.