Jenny nodded, blushing again. After seeing the TARDIS again, even in her earlier days, she had suddenly been reminded just how much her shuttle paled in comparison. It was small, barely comfortable for two individuals. It didn't travel in time. For that, she had to use her stolen vortex manipulator.

Not for the first time since making her spontaneous offer, she wished Jamie wouldn't mind.

"It is," she answered, keying in the combination on the wrist strap. A door lowered, with steps leading upward. "She's Messalanian in manufacture. A transport shuttle, not meant for combat."

One of the few things on the planet that wasn't.

Tentatively, Jenny reached out to grasp Jamie's hand in her own. "I hope you like her, Jamie."

Though the explanation about the ship's manufacture meant little to Jamie, he understood the difference in it being for transport as opposed to combat. Combat was a thing he knew quite well, and in his travels he had found that even throughout the galaxy and all of time, little changed about the theories behind it.

His thoughts were interrupted though, when suddenly he realized that, oh look, Jenny was holding his hand. Despite himself, he could feel his face turning a little pink. "She-- she's lovely, Jenny!"

She looked at him and giggled, her own cheeks going pink. Even if Jenny had been able to seduce Cline and Darc and many an other man without a problem, everything still seemed different with Jamie. She'd never want to seduce him or use him. She only wanted to make him blush like that whenever he looked at her.

"Wait till you see inside," she answered, heading up the steps and pulling him with her.

The inside of the shuttle was about the size you would expect given the outside. Two bunks were shoved to one side, in a small communal/living area. Everywhere was cluttered - with books or clothing or artefacts from the different planets she visited. The actual cockpit sat at the very front.

Jenny stood in the middle, now having let go of Jamie's hand to look at him. "Do you still like her?"

Well, it definitely wasn't as large as the TARDIS, that much went without saying. Of course, few places were as large as the TARDIS, so that wasn't anything really to go by. Jamie had once set out to find exactly where the Doctor's ship ended, and after what had seemed an eternity of wandering finally given up.

This much smaller interior would definitely take some getting used to, but it wasn't precisely a bad change. James Robert McCrimmon was nothing if not used to change.

"Of course I do!" He reassured her. He could tell she was worried about this, and Jamie did not want her to feel she had to impress him, or anything. "Which bed do I get?"

For a moment, she wanted to tell him that he could share one with her. Jenny had seen and read enough to know it was what individuals attracted to each other tended to do. She had even done so once on Abalon, with a lord's son after she had experienced sex for the first time.

But just as quickly as the thought popped in her head, a fear that she might scare Jamie off did as well. So she shrugged, trying her best to look nonchalant.

"Whichever you want."

If this had been Victoria, Jamie would very likely have made some joke about sharing beds; she always use to get so mad when he would joke around with her, and it was very adorable, which is why he never quite stopped joking with her until she left. Naturally, the thought entered his mind to make a joke about it now, but, well. He hadn't known Jenny for very long, and not being sure how she would take it... he didn't want to seem improper, or anything ungentlemanly like that.

So, he simply smiled and flopped down on one of the beds. It was soft -- not as soft as the bed in his room in the TARDIS had been (to be fair though, he more often than not fell asleep in the big armchair in the console room anyway), but much softer than sleeping arrangements had been at home in Scotland.

"Guess I'll take this one then."

Jenny smiled as she watched Jamie make himself at home, feeling a little bit of her nervousness fade away. He looked happy. She hoped he was happy. It felt strange, worrying like this. But he was her first companion.

And, if she realised such, her first crush.

"Brilliant!" She nodded eagerly. "That'll be brilliant and I'll just sleep on the top one - when I sleep, that is. Do you... do you need anything else?"

The comment about 'when I sleep' earns a slight chuckle from Jamie. "Awh, don't tell me ye have the same sleep schedule as the Doctor." Because as long as he's known the man, Jamie can't recall more than one or two times of ever seeing the Doctor sleep, and even then, they weren't for very long.

"But, ah, no, I think I'm fine now, thanks." A pause. "Er, is there... anything you need my help with then?"


((OOC: gaaaah, I'm sorry this has taken so long! I fail, I'm sorry *flail*))

"Yeah," she answers, grinning with pride. Jenny's still fond of any similarities she can find between her and her father. Especially any similarities another might point out. "Yeah, I do!"

Then, quickly, she adds in: "But I won't keep you up. I promise, Jamie. And... and yeah. Ever wanted to learn how to fly a ship?"

Jenny's eyebrows went up as she looked at him with puppy dog eagerness. She wants so much to impress him, so much. And, apparently, flying a ship is the first thing she can think of.


[ooc: It's totally okay. You tagged and that's the important part! <3333]