The blush was... oddly endearing, especially given its intensity.

These days, there wasn't a lot that made Leonard blush, as a rule, but once the realization sank in that, yes, she was apparently intact, and furthermore, her breasts were pressed firmly against his chest...

Evidently, it was cold. Right. That had to be it. Physiological reactions to certain stimuli. Not that he didn't actually feel rather warm...

"...fuck."

...which he hadn't meant to say out loud, he swore. Something very strange was happening on this ship.