“I am pretty sure that the Keptain vould not vant to be disturbed in the middle of his, uh, actiwities.” Pasha commented. “You do not hawe to leaw-” She started as Emma broke off from her hug. However her words were disturbed by a tremor jolting through the Bridge, knocking the pair off balance. Pasha swore foully, gripping onto the side of her chair and her other arm flailing to grab onto Emma’s- Ooh...that did not feel like an arm. Arms did not usually feel like breasts.