If Mal's touch starved, Delia's a buffet lounging pressed against her side. Soft and warm in so many places, particularly a pair of which pressed against her arm with the way Delia's now laying on her side, her cheek against her her own palm.

"Mhm." Delia hums a bit. "My crew is likely trying to figure out how to cross it safely, since I'm reasonably sure they detected my shuttle flipping out when I crossed the threshold." To be fair, she survived. And didn't turn into some kind of weird lizard.

Delia nods tapping the side of her head thoughtfully, "Those're largely the conclusions I've come to as well, too." She replies, her tone thoughtful as well. "I didn't really get a good luck at the exterior damage, with the ice and snow covering broad portions of the outer hull."

"The big problem's the engine. If we can't get that started, even if she's spaceworthy, getting her to move is also an important part." Delia's eyebrows furrow as she frowns, her hand resting so near Mal's shoulder, but so, so far. "We might be able to jury rig something, but 'hyperspace' is a term I'm unfamiliar with. I'm assuming from context, that's your counterpart to a warp drive?"

She shrugs a bit, then gives a bit of a winning smile. "But I am adaptable, particularly with amenable company. So if I'm stuck here for a bit, I can adapt."

There's a playful, flirty tone to that, but honestly, half of anything she she says has that.

To be fair, they're not very hard at all, Mal. They're very soft and quite warm. And they're right there.

"Fair, even if they do cross over, it's likely to pick me up and immediately leave. Getting involved in the affairs of another dimension is bound to be messy." Delia makes a bit of a face, "But I do understand. If we can get the comm system working, we might be able to send a message."

Delia's purview includes tactics. Flying. Information. And knowing people gives her a hand in diplomacy.

She knows ... some engineering.

Delia's eyebrows shoot upwards in surprise, "Twenty-five thousand years? Gods above."

As to how to explain warp drive.... Admittedly, this is in her purview as a pilot! The Orion woman thinks for a moment, for the simplest way to explain how one warps space to go really fast.

Delia brings up a hand, two fingers pinched together, "You ever shoot a seed or smooth stone from between your fingers like this to send it a distance? It works kind of like that, generating a bubble-field that uh. Interacts with Subspace, if you know what that is, to send our ships at interstellar speeds."

"Something like that, yes." Delia nods, clear amusement on her face, good eye alight a bit "I don't know the exact mechanics of how the drive warps space, I just know what it does, and how to make it do what I want it to do. I've always been more of a pilot than an engineer."

There's another shrug on Delia's part, as she shifts to get a little closer again. Mal's excited sitting up having let some of the cold back under the blankets, and her rolling onto her side.

Oh hey, they're pressed up against Mal's chest now. Isn't that neat?

There may also be legs brushing against legs. Mmm. Warm.

"Most of the civilizations in my reality use some version of this engine type or another." Delia adds. "So while we haven't been at it for twenty-five thousand years," She boops Mal's nose with a finger playfully, feeling a little silly in face of her excitement, "There's been a lot of refining it from different angles."

"I've usually had friends who were more engineering-ly inclined, so it was something I didn't need know too much on how to do." Delia snorts a bit, a little amused, "Of course, it does lead to occasional problems like this, a solo mission, a crashed shuttle, and I have to wait for a pick-up or something similar."

The Force is Weird™ that way, and it's not as if all Jedi are absolutely required to be celibate, right?

When Mal changes the subject, Delia quirks a curious eyebrow again, watching the other woman carefully. "Well... It's not really something I have explicit control over like your telekinetic powers or something similar," the Orion explains, "Most Orions' Pheromones are airborne, mine, through some weird quirk of genetics or another, are mostly in my bodily fluids. My sweat, saliva, so on and so forth."

Delia makes a sort of vague, accompanying gesture with one hand as she explains. "So I can't really... control how they make you feel, or intensify the effect, except, well."

Her bright blue eye meets the Jedi's eyes, "Through prolonged intimate contact."

That said, Delia's arm is starting to trail along Mal's arm and over her hip. "I mean...."

There's a slow, playful smile, Delia's eye alight with mischief, "There's something to be said about both generating more warmth through action, and furthering relations between two individuals who just met."

If there's one thing Delia Battista lacks, it's shame. The Orion wiggles a little, tangling her legs with Mal's, arching to press her body more tightly to the other woman's. Delia's voice dipped lower, more sultry, "Which is to say, my daring rescuer, I say yes." And she closed the distance, kissing the other woman softly, and sighing contentedly into it.

There's an amused, low, throaty chuckle at Mal's reaction as Delia leans in for that second kiss, humming contentedly as they meet again, hands sliding through the other woman's hair, nails raking and exploring.

"Mmmm." Delia hums as the kiss s l o w l y breaks, her forehead resting against Mal's for a moment. "Been a while for you?"

The Orion woman is many things, observant is probably one of the highest things on the list, she saw the signs--that Mal seemed a little touch starved.

In addition to that, Delia's shifting, to gently urge Mal onto her back, so the Orion can both straddle her, and lay atop her. She tugs the blanket with, so that it stays on top of them both when she gets resettled, she slides both hands through Mal's hair, tilting her head to kiss gently at the other's palm as she touches her face.

All wamrth and soft curve, with muscle beneath. Delia continues gently playing with Mal's hair, letting her other hand lazily explore along Mal's arm and side. Where does she like to be touched?

Atop her, straddling her, soft strong thighs surrounding her hips. Their legs brushing together. Delia lays on Mal, to both maximize contact, and for easier access as she kisses at the other woman's hand a bit more, her eye hooded, but watching the other woman's face as she does.

Almost like a cat, though, she does subtly arch into the touch along her back, but for the occasional light scar, her skin is smooth. There's a low, soft hum that escapes Delia at the reciprocated touch.

Luxuriating in the feeling. The sensation. The sensuality. If Mal's never done that before, Delia's going to share that now--it's one of those things she enjoys. That she lives for. Sharing in sensation. Feeling. Intimacy.

Those kisses trail down Mal's arm. Playful. Light little kisses, a smile on Delia's full lips, her eye alight with mischief and arousal, as she trails her way along Mal's shoulder. "Mm. Definitely much warmer now." She murmurs, amusement and heat in her voice, before kissing at the side of the other woman's neck, nuzzling against the skin as she does, continuing to play with her hair idly.

There's a pleased hum against Mal's neck, an amused sound at her reaction, as she kisses and explores. Delia's voice comes out in a low, intimate tone, "Mm, then let me help you make up for lost time, hm?"

Delia can't help herself, as she rolls her hips a little as Mal's hands explore her, grinding herself a little against the other woman with a soft sound.

The Orion's hands were hardly idle either. Trailing along the Jedi's arms. Her sides. Exploring. Touching.

Delia's on kissing explorations brought her mouth back to Mal's, as she kissed her slowly. Deeply. Intimately. Mouths open and tongues meeting.

Each kiss fires Delia up all the more, this lovely stranger, the needy sounds she's making. The intimacy of the moment they find themselves in. Each kiss lingers, even as Mal tries to speak, the Orion still kisses at her face, brushing lips over skin.

Body rolling, arching against her, and her touch. All warmth and curve. The icy, sleety, messy night outside long since forgotten as for now, all Delia's focused on is the woman she's on top of. "Mm. All me, and for me?" Delia murmurs in reply, between kisses, nuzzles, the occasional nibble.

"So generous," She says, with a smile, shifting her position, kissing at Mal's neck, the hollow of her throat, and a nip at the other woman's collarbone, "Such generosity deserves a reward~"

Oh hoh. That's Delia's plan. Because she kisses and nibbles her way lower, nuzzling at Mal's breasts, kissing at the skin there, before sucking a nipple into her mouth, nibbling upon the sensitive little bud, her good eye up, watching Mal's face as she does.

And speaking of the lovely sounds Mal was making, there's one right there. Delia sucks on the nipple briefly, before letting it pop wetly free of her mouth so she can speak. "Oh my, never ever?" The Orion asks, her warm breath playing over sensitive skin, as she slides both of her hands s l o w l y up Mal's sides.

"I suppose I should ask, if this is your first time, dear?" It's a valid question, with this new information presented to her.

Although that said, Delia isn't making answering easy, because those sliding hands, slide up over Mal's stomach, as the green woman sits up oh so slightly, to allow her deft fingers and exploring hands to slide over Mal's breasts, catching both of her nipples between both sets of finger and thumb to pinch lightly at teasingly. "I mean, I hardly mind, if so. But I fear I might spoil you to anyone else~"

Her tone is playful and teasing, her eye alight with mischief.

"Ah, that makes it much more understandable," Delia murmurs in reply, her eye hooded as she gives throaty hum almost like a purr at Mal's admission.

Seeing her move, Delia meets her halfway, pushing forward and tilting her head to meet Mal's lips, giving as much as she's getting, kissing back, drawing it out with a soft sigh against Mal's lips. Her tongue meets Mal's, twirling, twining, teasing as she arches forward against her. "Mmmm, I do endeavor to try," Delia murmurs, her lips brushing against Mal's.

While she's aware of Mal's hand moving between them, over Delia's soft stomach, muscle beneath the softness, as she squirms every so often, she gives no sign otherwise.

At least, until that hand reaches its intended destination.

As Delia's a humanoid, Mal finds what she likely expects, a slick, aroused entrance, and a the Orion's throbbing clit, which she's ground against the other woman a little already. Delia gasps sharply, her hips bucking a little and her eye slipping closed, as she bites her lip. "Well then. That definitely sounds like a fun time~"

The Orion chuckles lowly, grinning back, sliding a hand between Mal's thighs in turn, leaning in to kiss her deeply again as fingers make exploratory contact.

"Well, I'm still your garden variety humanoid in that respect." Delia murmurs between kisses along Mal's face and neck, soft, suckling smooches over flushed skin. "So if you're familiar, you're doing fine." Delia shifts her legs and her position slightly, letting her feet slide beneath Mal's thighs, letting her spread her legs all the wider.

"Besides..." Delia leans back, her lips leaving Mal's skin for the moment. So she can see.

"Why tell, when I can show?" Oh, that is a broad smile crossing the Orion's flushed face. This is the only warning Mal really gets, before slicked, teasing fingers sink into Mal, her thumb slowly circling the other woman's sensitive bud. Delia's fingers pump in slow, languid strokes.

If this is all about the moment, and this moment in time in particular.

Then Delia's going to draw out every bit of it to make it one to savor.

Especially when her head dips back down, to nibble on one of Mal's nipples in the process, bright blue eye up to watch her face as she does.

There's something to be said about differences in experience, and Delia rarely, if ever at all, sees it as a terrible thing. Different people experience different things in their varied lives, no matter what reality or world they hail from. To show this new friend these wonderful sensations, the things her body can both feel and do?

It's fun. Yes, there's a little bit of showing off involved too, but honestly, the Orion woman just likes to share intimacy. To say nothing of the sounds Mal's making, the reactions of her body at Delia's touch. Yes. It's obvious Mal could take a harder touch, but how often has she experienced a softer, sensual one?

From Delia's perspective, it doesn't look like much. Which is one of the reasons she's doing this, this way.

"Mmm, wasn't planning on it," The Orion woman murmurs against the nibble she's nibbling, before switching to lavish some attention on the other, nibbling and kissing at it. Even swirling her tongue over it.

The languid motions of her fingers are slowly, but surely rising in pace, pumping into Mal again and again, curling inside her while Delia's thumb continues rubbing at her clit.

Oh, Mal is going to be beautiful when she completely unravels, in Delia's humble opinion.