It was rare for Uhura to meet someone who was truly on the same page as her, but the way the other woman taunted Johnson sent a little shiver of pleasure through her. It was almost too perfect when Johnson seemed to actually be making some attempt to speak. A dark chuckle bubbled up in Uhura's throat.

"No apology for me? Well, don't say I didn't offer," she purred, emphasizing her words with another stroke of her knife, this when across his knee. She was still just teasing, giving him a hint of the pain she was capable of inflicting.

At the question, Uhura made a considering noise. "You could always leave your signature, or perhaps a descriptor fitting such a milquetoast."