Cress sat in the pilot's seat of the Rampion, her legs folded underneath her, scrolling through her portscreen. Thorne came into the room, his hands in his pockets. He was humming.
Cress said, "Carswell, are you humming?"
"No," said Thorne. He took his hands out of his pockets and crossed his arms.
Cress put her portscreen down. "I'm pretty sure you were humming."
"I wasn't." He sat down next to Cress in the copilot's seat and put his feet up on the dashboard. "What are you doing?"
"Just looking through some comms."
"In the pilot's seat?"
She blushed faintly. He smiled and kissed the top of her head. "I'm kidding. You can sit here all you want."
