[ Though she can't do much thinking, she gets a sick sense of satisfaction in knowing that 9S is still connected to her; not in the pain that it causes him, but in the fact that he's closer to her than he has been in what feels like an eternity. Part of her wants to reach out to him, though she has enough sense not to.

When the bombardment of sensation subsides, 2B is left fighting for air, her abdominal panel closed and the crux of her thighs a dripping mess. She leans her head against the wall, dazed and barely registering his question, bringing a gloved hand up to gather her skirt more carefully atop her legs. 2B wouldn't be surprised if 9S noticed the wet mess of fluid covering her inner thighs at this point, but she isn't about to go out of her way and show him.

With her breathing regulating, 2B brings a hand to her face, brushing a few long strands of white hair out of her eyes. ]

... I'm fine, [ She responds breathlessly, turning her gaze to his face. 9S looks flushed and lovely as ever, and something inside of her aches. ] You... felt that, too, didn't you. [ Not a question. ] Are you okay?

... Thanks again. For the assist. I didn't realize my systems were so shot.