She was fully aware that Noah was not human in the conventional sense. But he still looked like a human… a handsome one with a great physique at that. And she was on his lap. Physical closeness was not abstract data. It was warmth, pressure, the subtle shift of weight every time she adjusted her posture.
For a brief, dangerous second, her mind drifted.
She caught herself immediately.
"What am I even thinking?" she muttered inwardly, sharply pulling her thoughts back into discipline.
Not ten seconds later, she abruptly stood up and stepped out of the cockpit. Her hand moved instinctively downward as she turned away, irritation and embarrassment colliding in her expression.
"Forget it," she said through the mic after retreating to the rear chamber. "There's no need for me to learn this. You or Zion can handle it."
She grabbed a pot and glass from her inventory and poured herself water, drinking quickly as if flushing away residual heat.
