[She is momentarily startled by Kara's reaction, blinking through her haze of want to stare down at the giggling Kara. Then she sees her, the embarrassment, the bright red between the space of fingers.
Faith smiles, sitting up and hands moving to do just what she's promised. She's not ripping her suit off or tearing fabric, no, but she is working to get it off, fingers searching out how to peal it off. But she is going slow enough in case Kara wants her to stop.]
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Faith smiles, sitting up and hands moving to do just what she's promised. She's not ripping her suit off or tearing fabric, no, but she is working to get it off, fingers searching out how to peal it off. But she is going slow enough in case Kara wants her to stop.]