[oh, she actually... got what she wanted out of it. without having to lie or deceive Lancer about it. okay. cool. she turned the corners of her lips up, but didn't do much to chase the gesture into a full kiss. it wasn't proper, after all, to start making out in the middle of the street.]

You're lucky that I'm not about to push my luck. So what sort of things are you still looking for in me? Do you want to see me raise some hell about Dorchacht?