[The need in that kiss speaks for itself, and Lacus responds before she can consider whether she should. It's strange, a separation between the her that is outside this machine and the person that exists inside it. Perhaps using her consciousness for the basis is having a few effects. As real as Rebecca's touch feels, almost too much so, it's as though it's another version of her that's experiencing it.]
[Still, none of that makes it any less enticing. It sends the real world piece of her floating away, and the part of her that was used to create these virtual sensations pressing closer to Rebecca, and her knee jutting forward to assist with the movement of that fabric.]