At that her eyes do this squinty, unhappy thing, and Nel leans just slightly left and away from the elbow in her ribs. The pained tightness around her mouth betrays just how little she appreciates the casual gesture.

"I am... amenable to knowing everyone better. Anything more is questionable. Nothing personal," she clarifies. Iramaat is not unattractive, if she were to begin thinking of people in those terms as more than a note in their personnel files. "Just think of me as a friend, for now."

The for now is a pretty damn big turd that just got dropped into the pool.