She takes his hand, a tiny thrill running through her as she does so that has nothing to do with her joy at being free again. The feel of his skin is familiar-yet-not, and she tries not to blush under the full force of his beautiful smile, now unfiltered by the barrier's faint haze.
She clears her throat. "Yes, Captain," she agrees. "I'll come with you."
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Date: 2009-08-14 01:18 am (UTC)She clears her throat. "Yes, Captain," she agrees. "I'll come with you."