Rita takes a deep breath as they pull away. She leans back into the couch, turning partly away from 9S, but she stays close and her fingers remain interlocked with his.

"It's fine," she says quickly, her tone curt. "If I didn't like it, you'd have a black eye by now. Or... something." Right. Androids probably don't get those. Whatever. The point is, Rita wouldn't hesitate to tell him off or show her displeasure.

There's a pause as she reconsiders her tone, then admits, "I've never done any of this before, so it's not like I know what it's supposed to be like, either."