The Look she gives him is a caricature of suspicion, wholly amused. He doesn't really seem like the type to her; then again, at home their work lives make having personal lives difficult. Maybe he only makes passes at her because no one else would understand the things he puts up with. On his own terms, maybe he'd chase after someone less neurotic and less likely to shoot him down at every turn.

But Cameron doesn't even own a Magic 8-Ball, and a coy maybe is exactly what she'd intended. Pondering his question for a moment, she folds a slice of pickled ginger atop a piece of tuna.

"One where we're both in our right shapes and minds, and nothing's trying to eat us. Preferably no major medical emergencies, either."