[Her legs are wobblier than she'd like to let on, but whatever, that's what Stability's for. She hides the flush by pulling the shirt over her head without ceremony, tugging it off her arm and shaking it to the floor in a burst of bravado.

(This doesn't really hide the flush, which now goes up her ears and down her neck, past the thin necklace she always wears, almost to the top of her simple bra. Her nipples jut through the satiny fabric, and she has to make an effort to keep her hands at her sides)]

...'Kay. Now what?