"Oh, just a lucky guess."

Motoko's heart was racing, but she wasn't about to chicken out now! She shifted in her seat, crossing and un-crossing her legs.

"I think we're both here for the same reason, what do you think?"

"Oh, never mind that. You probably don't come here just to listen to small talk."

Motoko smiled nervously back at the woman, then slowly pulled her towel aside, leaving herself completely exposed.

"...You come here to unwind. Isn't that right?"

"It's a rare treat for me. Exposure to high humidity can wear down my prosthetics pretty quickly. Then the maintenance crew always gets on my case...

Great for the skin though-!"

She laughed and wiped the sweat from her brow. Was she blushing from the heat or her nerves? Hard to say.

"So uh-"

Motoko stammered, trying to sound casual while clawing nervously at the towel in her lap. Focus, girl!

"You come here often?"

Very smooth.

Excuse the Major while she stares for waaay too long...

Nobody could blame her for failing, cyborgs are heavy!

"Nghuuuh... just leave me to die..."

So dramatic.

She returned the bow a bit awkwardly, scratching the back of her head.

"Just Motoko is fine! You don't have to worry about the Major thing, it's just a job. What do I call you, kitty?"

"Well, mostly I just complain about my boss...

You really think my pics are alright?"

The Major blushed a bit. She might be a top-of-the-line military operative, but she was still ridiculously weak to compliments.

"Yeah, features like that are pretty standard.

It all sounds fine until you realize how much downright useless stuff we keep on the net. Who even needs to be hardwired to social media all day anyway?

Me, that's who!"

"Ugh, fiiine..."

Motoko untangled herself from the bedsheets and flopped onto the floor. This probably didn't count as "getting up", did it?

"'m awake..."

"But whyyyyy-"

Hiding under the covers.

"Oh yeah? Hopefully that's a good thing...!"