"Sure," she says, smiling mildly up at him. "I imagine you want a gunblade, right? For old times' sake?"

Might require some improvisation since she's only made and done maintenance on a handful in her life, but she can make it work. They step into the elevator, and she sidles closer to him, hooking an arm into his.

"So since you're going to be around anyway... I don't suppose you'd still be receptive to me dragging you aside and seducing you every now and then? You know, unless you want to take my breath away when we get into the room again instead."