He wasn't getting any complaints now as Rachel reached out to run a hand down his chest. Worked hard, lived hard, too, if she read the a few of the scars right, especially the gunshot wound to the shoulder. But then, in this place she wasn't too surprised, it certainly liked its' heroes and villains.

"Won't be necessary." She got beat up enough back home, didn't need it here. Reaching down, she pulled her own shirt off, leaving bra on for now as she reached out again, this time for the clasp of his pants as she was still sober enough to ask a fairly important question. "Need another kind of protection, though. Have any?"