America's trying to lounge lazily. It would help if she had any experience at it. "The song stones might be something we can deal with, but I don't even come from a world remotely similar to yours. The question and answer game..." She trails off, frowning for a moment before forcing herself to relax. This is a quiet moment with lovers. Don't be tense. Relax.

She leans in and gently brushes her lips against Cortana's shoulder before resting her chin on it. She hadn't purposefully chosen a shade of blue that was close to Cortana's real coloration, it had just come about that way. "The big question is whether it will be possible for us to focus on less top secret and traumatic events or not." She pauses. "Would we even be able to process Cortana's memories?"