[b]Nikki stifled the blush that wanted to rise to her cheeks, raising an eyebrow before scoffing at the tattoos.[/b] [i]"If they were any more fitting, you would have been born with them."[/i] [b]That was probably her way of giving a compliment... Maybe.[/b] [b]With a snap of her fingers, a small chair rolled over to her, automated and magnetized to the ship floor. She quickly sank into its blue cushions and sighed.[/b] [i]"Alright melon head, put the shirt back on. The wind might get the wrong idea."[/i]