"Flirting to keep me cheerful? Hm. I approve," she said. Oswin lifted her head to meet Leto's eyes and smiled broadly. Though regaining composure, she didn't move to free herself or stop his hand from stroking her hair.
Eventually the dalek voices died down as they moved on to another target, the fading sound of their guns marking the distance of their exit.
"Thank you."
She stretched onto her tip toes and snuck in a mostly chaste kiss.
"This place, well, it's not a very nice one. Ship's not half bad, though. Don't mind the hanging bits." Her eyes took stock of the escape pod, pretending as though she hadn't been the least bit forward at all.