"Lieutentant Paris, are you aware that we have circled by this particular tree four times?" Kathryn asks, and her words have an unintended result of making her normally cocky pilot blush.

"Are you saying my navigation skills do not quite match my skills as a pilot?" Tom retorts, and there's a pleasant layer of freckles highlighted on his nose, made more obvious by the fact that they have been lost wondering beneath this planet's two suns all day.

Her response is cut short by the timely arrival of a small lizard that skitters across the ground in front of them; it brings reminders to Kathryn - and judging by the way his blush only deepens, to Tom as well.