Seriously? "Can you not see the difference between mutual kissing and touching, and you forcing yourself on me - " she screamed at him. A sound, a kind of doof sound that came from the hall, interrupted her. She stopped screaming and turned to face the door. "What's that?"
"Cyborgs."
They filed into the room, their boots striking the deck with synchronized precision. The sound increasing in volume until she had to resist the urge to cover her ears.
They marched single file, large fierce-looking cyborgs that took their places, spinning on their heels to face the table. They sat down on the benches in perfect synchrony. Each cyborg sat facing forward, their hands resting on their thighs.
A cyborg with dread locks sat down next to her.
Remember your mission, she reminded herself. Aurora smiled at him. "My name is Aurora."
He didn't even twitch.
Balthazar turned to her with a rumbling sound. "Why are you talking to him?"