The adrenaline of winning a good war always made Aria brave. She already didn’t really care what people thought of her; add that to the high of earning her damn station back, and she was on fire. So it was only natural that she... let out that energy.

She grabbed the Commander’s shoulder and turned them, pulling them in for a brief kiss. She sighed and released almost immediately, looking out at her nightclub again. It would need some cleaning.

“Walk around with you for an hour, and I go all soft,” she murmured, crossing her arms. Their methods weren’t exactly her own, but... all that mattered now was that Omega was hers once more.