[She saw the signs, of course; the hesitation, the quick reset of his optics at the touch, but let the fact that he was staying... and that this was a lot less obviously awkward than the first time guide her into just chuckling.]

Yes it was, though usually they can't, shouldn't, be enjoyed.

[She shook her helm, and then straightened at the question, not bothering with trying to hide the list of one disjointed hull-panel as she spread both them and her arms.]

Not really. Got one of the hull-panels knocked out of alignment which my self-repair can't handle and I can't reach. I want a proper medic to get a chance to get it back where it should be, especially as it's neither function nor life-threatening... It can wait a day or two.

[Had she been more severely injured, or had another type of injury that she couldn't reach, she'd have asked him for help, awkwardness or no. She wasn't foolish.]]