Gino made a cool gesture.
"Hackers, brain players, can't explain things to you muscleheads."
Sweat steamed off her, and the zipper in front went all the way down to her abdomen. Eagerly, she yanked the clothes off, tossed them onto the workbench, and changed into underwear, cloaking herself with a loose shirt before starting to adjust the parameters of the deep diving suit.
The only action respecting John's gender was turning her body.
John also had no inappropriate thoughts towards his good friend.
Gino glanced at the wiring for a few seconds, likely thinking it couldn't be fixed in the short term, didn't want to keep John waiting, so she brought out a case of beer, and the two began drinking and chatting.
"Where should I begin?"
