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"Got caught doing something I shouldn't have, I suppose.", he replied.

Gwen raised an eyebrow at his reply, clearly annoyed by the lack of information he gave. "The same could probably be said for every man on this forsaken vessel. But I guess I understand. A man's crime is his own, and his own to keep or display. No matter." Even though her words would suggest that she had dropped the question, she was still upset that he had not told her outright. She was now severely interested in what secrets this space-man possessed. He didn't seem too threatening, but she knew also that looks could be deceiving. And while she herself was a 'criminal', she yearned to know what it was that also gave him this title.

"So, did you need something from me? Unless you're looking to get laid, I doubt I can be much help to you.", he then said. Normally, a vulgar comment like this would have made her feel angry or offended, but right now was not a good day and she didn't have the effort to deal with that shit. So instead she reverted to sarcasm. "You know? That is exactly what I was looking for! Being surrounded by rude, sweaty men and the smell of body odor and despair really turns me on. But, unfortunately, I find I'm all booked up. I'm flattered, really, but no." She then put all the sarcasm aside and went straight to the point.
"I was actually trying to find someone on this ship with a smidgen of intelligence or decency, but apparently I was mistaken in looking here. Like most men, I see that most of the thinking is done below the belt instead of in your brain."