The Captain was nothing if not consistant. And to an extent rather predictable. He would not give the female he thought to be Martha time on her own, not when they were supposed to be spending together. It showed - Jash realized - a craving for human/humanoid (given what she knew about him from her template) contact that took the form of sex. Proving him to have a need that was not fulfilled, possibly from traumatic experiences early in life. Humans were strange creatures.
"All very true, and you should be excited, you get to watch what you want for a change," Jash imitated Martha's teasing, covering for the earlier possible slip. "And you never know. You might find yourself getting into a compromising position later." She smirked. A quiet night at home was somethign her template liked. Immensely.
He pulled her closer and she acquiesced, putting an arm around him. She glanced at the shirt on the bed and grinned. "Well I never would have guessed," of course her template knew his color choices, look at his clothes. She lead him out of the bedroom and back into the living room where the couch and the films were waiting. She grinned as they approached it, and she pushed him onto the sofa with an innocent look. Someone still had to get the film, but she looked down at him triumphantly. Jash at least could do that.