[ She can't help the curve that comes to the corners of her lips when she imagines Raleigh being cocky in front of photographers; she knows he was so, when he was young, she'd heard the reports of it and she'd made up her mind about his attitude herself, that he was reckless, without having really known him. (Something that she still regrets thinking about him in a sense; Raleigh takes risks, but he's not completely without thought when he does so.)

Mako edges even closer until she's perching on the edge of the bunk next to him, leaning a bit on his shoulder as she looks again at the pictures she hasn't glanced at in years. ]

Everyone feels as though they're a little invincible, when they're young. [ herself included, even if she's the same age now as he was back then, and even though she's much more cautious and calculating than he is.

she nods again at the picture in question. ] That one was, yes, because of the look you're giving the camera and where your hand is. It's playful, like you're teasing the viewer. Seducing them.

[ ...still smirking. ]