Starfleet. Damn. But Kate's learned that lesson. Things you don't say and questions you don't ask. Telling new guys there might be stories about their lives is something Kate won't do. Not drunk. Not pissed off. Not brawling.

She's none of those tonight. Just confused and homesick and look for distraction. There's a smirk again, and her head dips, chin down, eyelashes down, eyes up and smoldering, dark on his. "I was thinking mine, but if you see another pair you like, we could invite her to join us."