IC Voicemail, Driftfleet:

[tothefly]

[There is no recording, just a few clicks and a beep.]

[Leave any IC voice messages or texts for Natasha here.]

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[tothefly]

Trying to make me jealous, Captain?

I don't know, your teacher's a busy woman. You know, all this sitting around to do, piloting a ship I can't actually take anywhere meaningful.

[Only a little sarcasm there.]

[redactions]

[ He leans in, to whisper, conspiratorially, ]

Is it working?

[tothefly]

[Only a little. At least, if the look she gives him is any indication, a smile and accusatory eyes. She doesn't get jealous, but it is, occasionally, nice to have some individual attention.]

As if your ego needs that boost. Nice try, soldier.

[redactions]

[ He grins, and takes her hand with his metal one (it's just a hand, now) and kisses the back of it, lightly. ]

One day I'll have you in my sights. Then we'll see.

[ Careful to keep it gentle, playful. Spiders don't like another's web. ]

[tothefly]

Guess you'll have to keep practicing until then, won't you?

[She's been mistaken with him before. For now, it's just a game. Almost familiar, despite how long it's been since she's played it. Actually feels kinda nice.]

[She tugs at his lapel with her free hand, offers him another of those smiles, and dances away. Enough for now, but then, there always seems to be a later, with him.]