[For some reason, that simple action flusters Petra more than anything else they had done that night, a slight pink flush rising to her cheeks. Her fingers fumble on the buttons of her shirt and it's a few seconds before she replies.]
G-good night, Captain.
[She's quick to take the tea set once she's done dressing, giving him one final look before she leaves. Hopefully, she'll make it to the kitchen without anyone noticing the back of her shirt isn't entirely tucked in...]
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G-good night, Captain.
[She's quick to take the tea set once she's done dressing, giving him one final look before she leaves. Hopefully, she'll make it to the kitchen without anyone noticing the back of her shirt isn't entirely tucked in...]