[ She almost laughs — it's nearly there, an amused little breath that makes the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes crinkle slightly. Leaning her head against his knee, she watches him, clearly entertained and in no particular hurry to move onto the next thing either. ]

Do you spend as much time in the cockpit as you do between people's legs? [ It's wry mockery, maybe a bit fond — though that might be the lingering afterglow, softening the sharp edges of her humor. ] If you're the best pilot in the galaxy now, imagine what you could be if you were a little less horny.