Your name is John Crichton, an astronaut; A radiation wave hit and you got shot through a wormhole. Now you're lost in some distant part of the universe on a ship, a living ship full of escaped alien prisoners; your friends. You're being hunted by an insane military commander, doing everything you can, just looking for a way home.
"Hey, Crichton!"
You look up from tuning your pulse-pistol, 'Winona', to see Chiana leaning around the doorframe, her eyes searching your quarters furtively. You grimace, turning back to what you're doing—Chiana hasn't been on the ship that long, but you know her well enough to know when she's after something.
"What'dya want, Pip?" you sigh, holding a length of wire between your teeth as you open the pulse pistol to replace it. She walks into the room, giggling in a nervous, almost desperate pitch, leaning to the side to look over your shoulder.
"W-why do I have ta' want something, huh?" she asks in a shaky but defensive tone, moving her face forwards into your personal space, before smiling sheepishly as she abruptly tries to change the subject. "What are ya' working on?"
You stop, and turn to look her in the eyes with a deadpan expression.
"You came all the way down here just to ask me what I'm working on?" you say, unconvinced.
"Well, n-no..." she admits, letting her head loll slowly to the side, looking you in the eyes with a curious expression. "I was just... kinda... lonely, ya' know?"
She gives another grin at that, this one as mischievous as it is sheepish.
"Lonely?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.
"W-well yeah, don't you get lonely?" she asks, placing her gray hand on your shoulder and gently caressing it, biting her bottom lip as she grins up at you. Her voice drops to a low, husky whisper, and she smiles wider as her hand makes it's way slowly down your chest. "I mean, I know you a-and Aeryn... you're not t-together or anything..."
She giggles and cocks her head at you, tilting it almost horizontal, leaning to whisper in your ear.