Mary and Lucifer
"I want to seeee the captain," she trilled, her voice a bit louder than usual. "He's kind of handsome, isn't he?" Mary giggled again and hugged Lucifer, partially for support and partially because he was big and warm and felt nice. The captain was big and warm and probably felt nice too.
Whatever rational part of her brain that still existed told her that she needed to leave because if she didn't soon, she would probably make a complete fool of herself and would never live it down.