There aren't any obvious signs she's in pain: a tension that ripples through the muscles of her jaw, her throat - intermittent and slight as she swallows down any inherent urge to react as he works. She's had worse, and not just from allying with Talon; at least being a terrorist had left her with upgrades, escape plans. Gabriel had done his part to make the alliance more than worthwhile in stealing translocation technology, after all.

Before that? It was whatever she could get when she could get it, and Los Muertos always had their share of troubles.

So it's too quiet for a while, those seconds between breaths when neither of them are talking. Just the hum of the ship as it runs its course, life support systems thrumming away through narrow vents. A pulsebeat. "Hazlo de una vez."

His hands are warm, at least. She doesn't know why, but she hadn't expected that.