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[Elle looks soggy and annoyed and a little bit frazzled. Folks on level 5 may have recently heard a shriek because wheeee electrocution.]

Okay, seriously? Not. Funny. Whoever's behind this, I'll find you and I am totally gonna kick your ass!


[private separately to Adam and Howie, added after she calmed down and talked with T'Pol]

Why do guys like it when a girl jumps out of a cake?

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[A brief look of confusion crossed Elle's face as she turned towards the bathroom and started to run the towel over her hair. She'd meant to flirt with him a little, but she was starting to realize that what she thought was flirting and what wasn't, and vice-versa, didn't always match up. She wondered how much she'd been flirting, not that it bothered her much either way.

She glanced over her shoulder and noticed him looking around.] "See anything you like?"

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[He looked back at her.] Oh definitely. [And the slow smirk was back on his face.] Need a hand? [He asked, eyebrow raised.]

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"I think I can handle it." [Without bothering to close the bathroom door, Elle slipped out of her wet shirt and slung it over a towel rack to dry before going back to toweling her hair.

She glanced over at him.] "But," [she added in all seriousness,] "if you feel like getting me a dry shirt, I wouldn't say no." [She gestured at the wardrobe.]

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[He moved around her room, picking things up and looking at them and generally being nosy as she changed. He turned back when she returned, gave her an appreciative glance and laughed at her request, but still strolled over there, flinging open the doors and scanning the array, before picking out a pale blue top and holding it up, eyebrow raised.]

Yes? No? Burn it?

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[Elle slung the towel over her shoulder and held her hand out for the shirt, smiling at him.] "Yes."

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[He walked up, moving unnecessarily close to her and handed it over. Then continuing to her bed and jumping onto it, leaning back against the pillows and crossing his arms under his head.]

Feeling better?

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[Elle slipped into the clean shirt and leaned against the wall next to the bed, flashing him a grin.] "So now you're staying?"