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"I don't know...and frankly I don't want to find out. Again, stress and nanomachine dust." Biological clock was out of comission. It had to be...way too much radiation and the like over the years. Or in her opinion that was the most likely case. Smacking away Jessica's hands she got herself up and disappeared back into the bathroom to change into fanciness and make sure she was spiffy enough for public outing. Why was she doing this again? "Alright, let's go before the urge to puke becomes even stronger."

"Military formal says 'We are at an engagement that requires fancy, therefore the bodyguard must be fancy'. See how that doesn't work out? Come on now, I won't make you get too fancy." Thus another session of outfit choosing for James, all the way from black pants and nice dress shirt combo to full on tux...just for the laughs admittedly, but still.

"Please don't say things like that. My fenrirs have been acting odd enough as is." Dropping the subject for now and letting Jessica drag her about though she was sure that in itself was making a few people wonder. Jelena hated people. "And still having the urge to throw up. I forgot, how'd you talk me into this again?"

He was still laughing. "I'm sorry...I just wanted to see that. I know it's overdone, but couldn't help myself." His communitcator going off again and he nodded, "Wolf is groomed and will be bringing up the flock." Waiting for James them before motioning him to follow. "Come on now, your dinner date is waiting and it's rude to make a lady wait."

"My first guess would have been drugs. Are you sure you didn't slip me anything to make me more compliant?" However she resisted the urge to bang her head against the table, seeing as it was a nice place and she liked food. If it was good food, hey she could grab somethign from time to time. "Odd from what I consider normal, now stop saying that or you're going to jinx me..." But a frown over at the table Jessica had decided to park at. "Great, now we've traveled back in time to the period of chaperoned dating. Joy among joys." Thus plopping an elbow on the table and continuing to pout at she rested her chin in her hand.

"Hey, she can't hear me so I am going to consider myself safe and continue to smile. Besides, I know full well that she'll never waste a donut as ammo. A sandwich or a cookie yes, but never a donut. Come on now." Thusly, quite pleased with himself, he led James to where he was told to. "Now it'll probably be hard to recognize her, but I'm sure you can do it." Leaving James standing there and wandering over to Jessica's table, sitting opposite. "Have I told you how much fun I'm having?"

Dating, when complicated, was a hassle. It was why she didn't do it, and it was why the quite 'plain toast' style they had worked. This was out of her comfort box and she liked her comfort box. But a pouty look got turned to his voice and if he wasn't so recognizable she probably would have hurt him for bothering her.

Instead, she merely gave a slow raise of an eyebrow and gave him a look over a few times. Obviously checking for his trademark military style that wasn't there. It got a little hint of a smile at the corner of her lips but she gave a little shrug to follow. "I may be blonde, but I'm nowhere thin enough, and lack the blue eyes requirement for such a job position. I'm not teasing you, so don't you tease me James." Motioning for him to sit down before folding her hands on the table. "Apparently, we're boring."

He gave a snicker snort followed by a laugh. "Mischief and a dinner date? That's double awesome." Quite happy to scoot his chair fully up to the table with her, though he did take a moment to adjust his wings some to tuck them in a bit closer, or at least as close as he could get. "Still getting used to these things."

"Oh did that fact finally filter down to you? And here I was thinking it wasn't important and thus merely continued to ignore the annoyances." However she seemed to genuinely be studying him to see if he was flattering because he felt obligated to or because he honestly thought that way. "You do look less the bodyguard though. Much as I love a man in uniform, the days start blurring together like you never change your clothes." Which was slightly amusing. But she looked over to the table as well before deciding that she was going to ignore them on purpose. "I have half a mind to either overly enjoy myself and ignore them, or throw a fit like a three year old to spite them. Pants or no pants, I can still be mean."

"My dimensions are all off is all. I'm still bumping into things, but the flight and such is a lot better already, I can tell you that." Another laugh though as she wanted him to humor her and he was going to be accomodating because it was fun. "Well first I had to make sure he wouldn't hit me, and then decided to just pile him up with a few things to see what he'd do. Every time he came out he had some combination of military colors on. I had to end up going through and pulling most things out and send him back a dozen times. I'm still afraid he's going to catch me later and still hit me."

"Which you probably would. Much as I like to see you tormenting techs, I do also enjoy you not being threatened with being thrown in the brig. You never know when Noris will follow through with that threat." But giving a grin she rolled her eyes playfully. "Well, as much as I want throw down on the floor and kick and scream like a three year old, I'll go with the other option so we don't look bad." Though she did glance at him over the menu she had opened up, giving a momentary frown. Stupid man had made her paranoid, otherwise she'd down the booze with pleasure. "Is coffee considered special? I haven't had any all day."

"Strong habits is a mild way of putting it. Though yes I did torment him a little for my own fun. James in a tux is a hilarious sight if I say so myself." Just imagining it again made him chuckle. It was followed by a quick pout however. "He always gives me the hard ones...can't you throw an extra ball in my court?" Flipping open the menu however he scrolled over the options and ordered up the expensive stuff...meanwhile eavesdropping on some conversation. Sound capabilities were wonderful sometimes.

"Yes but that can still be brig worthy." And coffee was a godsend at this point and it pretty much went with anything. But she was probably going to follow his lead and order and eat sea critters. Mostly because she liked to plain with their shells, but that was a whole other matter. They were just down right tasty after all. But a blink and a look over the table one more at his publically stated information. Not that anyone was really paying attention. "Is that supposed to be a subtle hint to something? Call me shy if you want." Though shy probably wasn't the most accurate word.


"Well, removing the horribly scenarios already preprogramed under my name in the simulators for a week or so would be nice so that he can't torment me. Though I'm thinking having a stash of pictures of said woman in said states may be better leverage....hm, decisions decisions."

"Yes, but the point is the amount of failure they would feel from a lack of cooperation on my part." Taking a moment from conversation then for then to give orders over to wait staff and she turned her attention back to him. This felt slightly weird. "Somewhere between feeling like I was going to throw up and then not caring at all, depending on the activity. Then again you know how it makes me all weird when someone springs a surprise on me like this. How'd she get you to go along with this? A crowbar?"

"Once and it didn't begin well. Or end well a few seconds after that. Can he really think up something even worse than what I can fathom? That's not fair." Though his eye light up and it took all the willpower he had in his body to not just laugh so loud that he would earn the ire of everyone around them. "Really?! How'd you manage those? If she knew I think you'd have to be less worried about being strangled and more worried about being cut into Echo food bits."