[ Her skin is slightly cool to the touch—not icy, but close to room temperature. The way she presses to D.va could almost be for warmth.

She sits them down together; passes D.va back the reigns to her own body. ]

You'll see so much, I hope. Whether you like what you see is the question, now. In for a penny, in for a pound, though, right?

[ She leans forward to the low glass coffee table and removes a clear amphora full of water from its brass stand and pours them each a glass of water. As it hits the glasses, the liquid changes to that same dark wine she favors. ]