Niko unfortunately was immediately distracted when the front of her suit came off. As being a male of his certain preferences, the very first thing he found himself looking at was the curve of her breasts from over her shoulder. But then her movements led him to look at the pattern down her chest, the smoothness of her skin- then that scar. Off colored. Healed as well as any of his, but it stood out against the neat plane of purple gray.

He rested his hand over hers, over the scar, and rubbed his scratchy cheek against her temple. Then he let a grazing touch follow the center of the pattern from her throat to her navel. It was all he could do to keep from touching her more firmly, holding her tightly, and as it was only her upper half was visible.

"I can tell that you're a survivor." It took him a moment to realize that her ear was a little unusual in shape- he hadn't been paying attention, but it wasn't off-putting. Just another remarkable thing about her. Sometimes she was very much a normal woman from a strange land. Other times she was this exotic, impossible thing that, while it made her lonely, it also meant that she was a miracle to meet.

Then the shithead poked her in the belly button.

"You were right."