"Am I?" Sabine laughed and leaned up on her toes to brush a kiss to Jack's cheek. They weren't close yet, particularly. He just seemed like that sort of person. Like Remy, for whom flirting was just breathing. After, she brushed her station 'fatigues' down. "The orange at juvie was moderately more attractive, but these fit better. I suppose ravishing is acceptable hyperbole. Hello yourself, Jack. You're looking dishy as ever."

Dishy. She really had been spending too much time with...not enough time anymore. But she waved that thought away. "How are you?"