"That's not flirting, it's just being horny. And it's so unfair." She moved to plop down in Gert's vacated seat, craning her head to look up as the 'Frog spat out their ETA.
Molly gave Chase A Look, choosing not to push the subject any more. Verbally, at least. He knew how loud he was, and he knew how frustrating it could be, out in the middle of nowhere for long stretches of time, with constant reminders of how everyone around you was getting a ton of action. Well, he knew in theory, at least.
"So," she spoke up, probably a little louder than necessary, in hopes of cutting off the sexual, Molly-alienating corner of the conversation before it got much further, "the crank shaft?"