"I feel like your—" a slow exhale, "—words and actions are rather at odds right now, Ellen Ripley."

Something's certainly working, and so far it's not CT. It is rather difficult to pull her attention back to the pile of notes in front of her when those thumbs are unspooling her muscles like thread. Fuck that's nice.

She succeeds in half-releasing the mug, but doesn't make it as far as her pen.