Naomi glanced down at their joined hands, looking faintly surprised. Most encounters with Jolt's hand involved either sitting in it or leaning against it-- perhaps some more recent, gentler touches-- but she was coming to realize that she liked this kind of contact just as much. It wasn't done out of any ill-intent, unlike certain superiors. If anything, there was trust there. Trust on both of their parts.

Gently, carefully, she brushed her thumb against his skin, then lifted her head to meet his eyes, almost inquisitively.

She was starting to forget the "mission" at hand.