Well that wasn't going to be suspect at all. I mean Aeryn usually wore polo-necks. Okay it might be a little awkward to explain, but at that microt she really didn't care.

Don't think, just squeeze your eyes shut and drift away. That was what she was used to, getting lost in the feelings; forgetting about everything else. No. This was Plourr.

Aeryn growled softly, pressing harder against the pilot. "Clothes. Off. Now. All of them."