From the safe distance of far away from her, Steve triggers the air horn under her seat.
JUMPS UP FROM HER SEAT.
"WHY ARE YOU SCARING ME STEEB."
One of her eyebrows lifts, folding her arms. She tempts a squint, but doesn’t quite know what he’s playing at.
"Something I don’t know, Lieutenant?"
Oh, no. He’s not giving it up that easily. Time for evasive maneuvers.
"Technically, yes. There’s a lot I don’t know, too."
He throws his hands up in defeat and sighs.
"Wait… what — what!?”
"…if someone was in there, especially with heavy feet like… Vega, I would’ve heard them. And I’m pretty sure the only light footed person on board is the commander herself… so no, it was pretty damn quiet."
He just smiles sweetly. It’s best that she doesn’t know. At least, it’s best for him.
'You'd count the lounge as high traffic? It was pretty quiet till Shepard showed up.”
"Now was it pretty quiet because no one was around or was it pretty quiet because you were incoherent until around when the Commander came by?"