"It was buzzing when I got back, and sputtering. Producing nothing but heat." Which was the exact opposite of what it needed to be doing, thank you very much. Katie did not feeling like a sweaty farm animal, and she liked looking like one even less.
What was worse, Katie felt a little awkward herself, and Katriane Ashby was not accustomed to such an annoying thing. Should she leave him to it? No, not a chance. She didn't trust anyone enough to just 'leave them to it'. Were this her loft back in the city, she would have been worse than a slave worker. She didn't feel right doing that here. The southern gentlemen could decide the rose bitch was a pain in the ass and her unit could be fixed, and she'd have to switch rooms. She was not going to the lower decks. She was going to have to play nice.
She needed that Xanax. An hour ago.
Oh God, he was attempting conversation. Katie managed a small smile, and stepped back to sit in the chair nearest the open balcony doors. Sadly, she was on the wrong side of the ship to catch any of that glorious breeze. All she got was the sun. "Glad to hear it," she replied, resisting the urge to fan herself. "I'm completely incompetent when it comes to these things."