"Pants off, Fel!"
A cough erupted from behind her as the door snapped shut. Jaina turned swiftly, senses now - belatedly - confirming the noise she knew oh-so-well.
"Didn't see you there, Solo." She half apologized, not stopping to unsnap the front toggle on her neck.
Jag grimaced, in an absurd mixture of embarrassment and humour - a feeling which he was slowly getting used to in his relationship with Jaina Solo. And to his part, Jacen's sour expression deepened as though having just swallowed something incredibly tasteful.
"How about, before you announce things like that, just take a look around first."
"I have exactly," Jaina glanced at the chrono behind her, as she yanked the flight suit down her right arm. "Twenty three minutes until I have to be back at the bridge."
"So?" Jacen popped another handful of berries into his mouth.
"Leave!"