Mica clicks her tongue, a disappointed sound. "That is too bad," she said, "It would seem I have underestimated you. Hm. Pity." And he looked like the fun sort too.

She smiles and adjusts the tool belt to keep it from slipping further down her hips.

"Perhaps," she says and laughs, "But I could use a hand." And as she walks, she bumps her hip against his.