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“I need an engineer,” hissed the Emperor’s Right Hand.
Reno popped her head up from the mess of wires she was deciphering.
“What’s up Kitty? Sonic shower broken again?” Reno’s eyes trailed slowly down the curves of Inquisitor Katrina Cornwell’s lithe body.
“Mind your manners, you obnoxious little grease monkey.” Cornwell growled. “If you weren’t the best engineer in the quadrant I would have had your tongue in a jar on my bookshelf long ago.”
“That would've been a real shame.” Reno said with a grin. “Because I can think of way better things to do with my tongue… sir.”