> While mixing he had been much too deeply immersed to observe her reaction, other than noticing her stifled laugh and taking it as a sign that he was doing his job right. When he lowers his hands from the controls and turns to face her, he is mildly surprised by her new position behind him; he suspects he knows why she ended up there, and one of his eyebrows raises ever so slightly in amusement.
"its all in the wrist"
> She grins and once again re-positions herself so that she is back in her original spot, beside Dave. Although one hand is still placed loosely around his arm, she uses the other to reach out and give the machine’s edge a tentative tap. Of course, she is careful not to move any of the knobs or press any of the buttons, for fear of messing up the whole arrangement. She runs her fingers over the cool metal before turning her head to look at him.
"I bet you were the best at this mixing equipment stuff back on Earth! Gosh, where’d you learn from?"
> His breath catches silently at the touch of his mixing station and he watches her hand closely – but he sees her gentleness, the care in her movements, and exhales softly. He wonders why he would be so possessive now of this equipment; after all, it's only a memory…
"i guess i just figured it out as i went along"
> …and yet, in a way, it is as real as she is. In an inwardly apologetic gesture, he almost unconsciously places his hand over hers, gently holding it to the mixer as if it belongs there.











