She wasn't thinking physical contact specifically, just something without this wall between them, but Nine has felt an insistent warmth to her over the past couple years that is frustrating in the extreme. It seems to come and go, perhaps hormonally, but like with everything else in her system it's overheated. And unmanageable.

Suffice to say she wouldn't mind that exploration either. But at this exact moment it's not where she's focused.

His insistence startles Nine into an assured, "Sure, that's no problem. Though scaling it down for you might be tricky. I use my strength a lot. But we can try, if you like." There's some tendril of eagerness at the end, at getting to do something. Idleness is its own curse, separate from all the rest: sometimes in her tearful, frustrated boredom Nine scratches at herself with her ragged claws, just to feel something, to express something. Energy bursting out of her with nowhere else to go but self-directed.

Having another direction would be... restorative.