As the Navigator of the 373 kept slow pace with the woman beside her, a quiet voice escaped her throat. She felt the need to correct what she meant… because she couldn't feel what the other person was thinking. The dark haired woman only knew that her mind had gone in that direction on its own, thanks to the last time she had been 'hit on'.
"The help. With form, I mean. I didn't mind it. I didn't mean your… breath on me."
"Right…"
They soon reached the intersection where their paths would split… as Theia's room was in the squad housing sector while Naia's was a separate apartment in a different area. Both seemed reluctant to move first - like there was something else to say even though nothing came to mind.
The blonde in particular fidgeted with her empty cup, still trying to work out her own behaviors. What she'd done, how she'd thought and felt, what she should do from here to not seem weird. Why Naia had spoken those words of excuse so quietly.
