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"It isn't very exciting. In fact, I'll probably be moving soon."

Nonetheless, he begins to steer their path in the direction of a lift.

"Have you ever seen a movie set on a sailing ship?"

It occurs to him that maybe she's never seen a movie at all -- or not many, at least. That might set them about even, if they hadn't been almost inescapable in his world. He's seen things, but less than people would expect, because he'd have been a hopeless detective if he'd been that ignorant of the culture around him... people don't act in a vacuum.

She falls into step alongside him as they make their way. "I've never seen a movie," she says. "I know they have facilities here on board where we could watch things but I've never felt the undying need."

He pauses, contemplative, before responding to her, but continues to move towards the lift.

"Never? I think a lot of them would bore you, to be honest. I could see if the robots still have the Muppet movies, however... how do you feel about puppets?" A beat, and then he adds, in a less serious tone, "They're made for children. No, you'd be more likely to enjoy something like The Seven Samurai."

At the lift, he presses the button, and they're in luck: the doors slide open, and he steps inside.

She's come to appreciate his dry teasing and he manages to bring a chuckle out of her with that change in tone. "I don't know how well I could get into something with fake fighting in it. It'd be like a doctor watching a medical drama—I'd end up dissecting the thing." Of course, she's only making an assumption about the story, based on the title there. Maybe it's something completely different from that.

She follows him onto the lift and stands very near him as the lift begins to move. If they're going to be getting back in the mood for something more physical, it's time to tease a little.

"It isn't particularly about the fighting... and when it is, it's a style you're probably less familiar with. More than anything, I'd consider it a historical drama set in Japan: seven warriors help defend hopelessly outnumbered villagers from bandits. Still, I suppose you could watch Rashomon instead... that's significantly less focused on fighting."

He sees her standing closer and raises her a standing even closer.

"I couldn't even guess what that's about," she says, smirking as he moves closer. "Hey, there," she adds. "Run out of room?"

"It's a very small lift," he drawls. "Small spaces frighten me."

Nothing in his tone indicates that this is the case, because it isn't. And even if it were -- the door slides open. They've only gone down a level.

"I'll tell you about Rashomon later."

A pity, that. She moves away to head out the door. "Well, if only I'd known that earlier," she says. "I could have helped you out more." She's not concerned about the topic of the movie; it's more fun teasing one another for now.

"Oh? How would you have done that?" His eyes are always very wide when he plays innocent like this.

He moves in the direction of his room.

"I would have found a way," she says. She smirks over at him, keeping pace with him. It's good that's she now in this kind of condition where she can travel more of the ship without getting winded. She'd hate for him to be forced to carry her back or something because of being worn out.

"You're very resourceful."

They're at the door of his room now, and he takes note of the fact that there are no deliveries for him. He opens the door.

"After you."

The Nomo cabins are entirely different from the Mero ones. Stacked single beds are built into the wood-panel walls, and there's a long sofa with books shelved in the arms on either end.

One of the upper bunks is curtained.

She notices that he checks his mailbox. That he might have received something as well hadn't occurred to her and she's glad it proved to be empty.

She leads the way in the room and glances around. "It's so weird how different this is," she says. "Which one's yours?"

He points at the curtained upper bunk with his long index finger, his open palm and curled fingers facing her. The curtain itself isn't fully closed.

"Although I suppose you could say all of them do: there's only one roommate right now, and he's never here. But I'm sure, looking around, you can understand why I envied your egg bed. This feels like what I imagine summer camp would feel like, or boarding school... some kind of dormitory situation.

"The bathrooms on this floor aren't as nice as on Mero, I can certainly tell you that."

"Yes...I suppose if you're going to hit your head you may as well do it in style," she teases him. It quite obvious overhead crowding will be just as much of an issue here as it was in her own bed—no matter which bed out of the four they happen to use. Still, they have their reasons for being here, and Tex approaches the ladder to his bed and considers it, whether to try to climb. She's honestly not sure how well she'll do, at least unaided.

He watches her eyeing the bed and the ladder, and comments, dryly, "The sheets on the bottom bunk are clean." After a moment, he adds, "Or I could pull mattresses from two of them down to the floor and make a tent with some sheets. Safety first."

You can't injure yourself by hitting your head on the roof of a tent.

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She shoots him a smirk. "Bottom bunk will do, I think." Especially for what she has in mind. She's not winded from walking, not tired out like she would have been merely a week before, but she doesn't think she's up to the extended work of topping him in bed yet. She can't wait until she gets the chance to do so, but until then she thinks she can handle being in a sturdy hands-and-knees position.

She turns around to face him, backing in a bit toward the bottom bunk. "Come here, then."

He starts to smile a little, moving towards her.

"You're up to something."

When he reaches her, he moves to pull her into his arms to kiss her.

"Think so?" she says archly, not wasting any time in plunging her free hand into his hair. Her other hand still grips her cane but once she's sure she can rely on his weight she lets go of it, letting it fall against the bed. With that hand she grips his hip, and her kiss is eager, nibbling at his bottom lip with purposeful little nips. This clearly isn't like the last time, when he needed to work to turn her on. She's ready and waiting.

"Yes. And you're feeling better." That sounds a little more sly, insinuating. Obviously she's feeling better: the improvement isn't necessarily visible day by day, but it's there, and it's consistent.

As they kiss, he pushes her cane up against the base of the bunk with his foot, so it will be there when she needs it. She's holding his hip, and he can tell that she's using him for balance, a little. His hands go up under the back of her shirt; he meets her little nips by making his own kiss more demanding.

It hasn't felt like this between them in a while -- not since they've been back on the ship.

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