Nautica looked at him, uncomprehending, while the instructions percolated down through the layers of mental fog making it so hard for her to think, but after a long moment the blank expression on her face gave way to trepidation. The idea of staying here did not appeal to her in the slights, but neither did the idea of moving.

Besides, there were other complications. "...Make a mess," she objected, holding up her pink-smeared fingers to illustrate her point. She didn't want to bleed all over his plating when he was being nice enough to give her a ride.