It was odd looking down at herself - as used to the different materials and patterns of her suit as she was, seeing just bare skin was almost startling. The dark markings down her torso, small breasts - nipples hard simply from the sudden chill - the vague shape of her ribcage, lines of muscles in her abdomen. She barely noticed where Niko was specifically looking; to her it was all equally fascinating.

"Ah--" Her head immediately jerked at the oddly sharp sensation on her temple, mind jolted from anything to do with the scar on her side, and she twisted so she could bump her nose against his cheek instead. Before she could say anything, though, she ended up letting out a long, shaky breath, her body arching up into Niko's faint touch down the centre of her chest to her stomach. It was a light touch, barely there, but she'd never felt anything like it, and her body reacted of its own accord.

"Or I'm just too small to aim at properly," she murmured, the slightest huff of a laugh in her voice.

...Then he poked her in the bellybutton, and her whole abdomen jerked, muscles clenching, as she gave an ungainly squeak and immediately grabbed his hand, jabbing her other elbow back into his stomach.

"Of course I was right." One hand still keeping hold of his, she reached up to pull him to her a little, twisting a bit more so she could kiss him. "I haven't forgotten everything."

Just most things, and all she wanted right now was to remind herself - and let Niko help remind her. She only let go of his hand so she could slide her own down her stomach and to the suit, hooking her thumb in the fabric at her side and tugging it down towards her hips.