Owner Pose
Booster Gold     It's roughly 11am the morning after Hella Rokkurdisardottir registered online for her Kord Co phone with the super hero discount and kung fu grip. Perhaps she thought it was a mere formality, like when you share your Netflix password with your eight closest friends. But Netflix doesn't have a dispensable super hero with way too much time on his hands - seriously, giving him too much time causes unending problems.
    Descending from the sky like a bird, or a plane, or an overeager aerobics instructor, Booster Gold drops down onto Hella's terrace. He is wearing his standard costume - blue and gold power suit, gold tinted visor. And for some reason, a purple paisley tie is wrapped around his neck, hanging in front of him. He is carrying a clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other. "Oh, good, a terrace." He looks over the clipboard and makes a mark on it, and then proceeds to click his pen a few times. Maybe more than a few times. Maybe relentlessly.
    "HELL!" he yells out, loudly, turning his gaze from side to side, sweeping the terrace. As if expecting all hell to break loose upon his command.
Hella Rokkurdisardottir     The first thing Booster will hear is what can only be described as....the snarl of something hellish, indeed. It doesn't sound like a normal animal, no. It sounds /unnatural/, like a chorus of damned souls, tortured in the fiery pits of Muspelheim accompanies the obviously threatening snarl. It's polyphonic, and terrifying. (To most people, anyway.) What happens next is a /f***ing MASSIVE/ black dog barrels its way through a 'doggy' door that's more like a dutch door; it's split across the middle, allowing the lower half to swing open while the rest remains closed. The dog...looks more like a small, very BEEFY horse. Its fur is pitch black and shining healthily in the sunlight of the late morning. Its eyes are flaming, literally appearing to be orbs of fire inside its head. Its paws look closer to bear paws than dog paws...and, it's advancing on Booster with its hackles raised.

    Only a brief moment later, the top half of the door flies open and out barrels...someone entirely different! She's above average height for ladies, and she's well-above-averagely built. She looks like if someone took a Nordic girl and made her do crossfit training and weight lifting every day of her life since she was old enough to walk. 'Cause, yes. Her pale blonde hair, secured high on her head, is almost white in the sun. Her skin is pale, and she's wearing athletic wear, a white tank top and a pair of pink sweats, along with a pair of white athletic socks. "Brimstone, what the...!" she's saying in a grumpy, disappointed, thick Russian accent. Then, she catches sight of Booster.

    Her brow furrows as she looks him up and down, "Who...are you?" she asks, her icy blue eyes narrowing and her posture becoming more...intimidating, as though she's prepared to kick ass, if it comes to it.
Booster Gold     "Oooohhhh, puppy!" calls out Booster with that odd uptick at the end that people always seem to use when talking to dogs. The clipboard and pen are dropped as he hunches down (not that he needs to hunch that much) with one arm extended out towards the approaching dog, giving him something to smell. There is excitement and happiness in his voice, and seemingly no care at all that Cujo seems to be bearing down on him with ill intent.
    At the appearance of the girl, Booster's eyes look up. Could be dangerous taking his eye off the potentially murderous canine, but it would take a level of willpower he simply does not possess to not look up as the girl comes barreling down towards him either. "Oh, hello." He corrects himself. "Sorry, Hell?"
Hella Rokkurdisardottir     Brimstone is about as far away from 'ooooh, puppy' as it gets! As Booster gets closer to the 'dog' the hotter the air around him becomes. It's like happily approaching a bonfire, as though to give it a hug. Point of fact, he looks as hot as literal fire on Booster's visor readout; and Hella's running warmer than most people do. The buff Nordic young woman shakes her head, holding up a hand, "I wouldn't come closer. Brimstone is protecting home and owner. He would bite off hand before lick it. More like lick chops after swallowing." Gosh, her accent is thick. But, her voice is nice and soft, feminine, and lyrical. Her grin is infectious, too. It softens her already pretty face, but it's a fleeting thing, as she still has no idea who Booster is. A stranger on her terrace, looking as he does... It's only down to his very obviously not-civilian look that Hella is allowing that he might not be a problem to be handled.

    Hella steps up, leaning her leg against Brimstone's side, calming him with some words in a language Booster doesn't understand. Then, she lifts that ccol-eyed gaze to Booster, observing his tie and regarding his clipboard with interest. She chucks her chin gently in a greeting of sorts, "Hel-LA," she corrects. "Hel is...my namesake," she murmurs, not noting that Hel is actually her aunt. Oof. Still, she tells no lie! "I am Hella Rokkurdisardottir," she says, her Russian tongue popping each of those 'R's crisply, lifting her arm to offer Booster a handshake. Her arm, corded with muscle, is impressively built, and her handshake is bound to be strong. "Who are /you/?" she repeats, calmly.
Booster Gold     There is a look of disappointment on Booster's face that the dog does not continue his approach, and he reluctantly puts his arm down with a sigh. "I thought once he got a sniff, we could be friends. Doggies /love/ me." He looks up at Hella and - well, he looks up. From his crouched position his gaze shifts all the way up her form before it reaches her face, and he nods slowly, a smile warmly on his face. "Their owners too, sometimes," he murmurs, before taking the offered hand and hopping up, giving a firm handshake in return. Probably not as strong as hers, honestly, but still reasonably strong.
    As she introduces herself, his eyes drift down to her mouth as if following with the movements of her lips and tongue as a visual guide. "Hel-la," he repeats. "Rokkurdsdaughter." He looks at her, eyes arches as if in question, and then shakes his head. "That's not right. Sorry." Her question confuses him for a moment. "OH, right." He moves his foot to press on the clipboard and then kicks down on it, flipping it up and with a deft maneuver he snatches it out of the air. "Last night you requested a Kord Co phone with the superhero discount, and Ted sent me to check you out." He pauses. "For the discount, I mean, not for..." His eyes go down to look at her. "Uh, he also /really/ should have sent me a message instead of a voicemail, because he /totally/ bungled your name."
    It takes another moment for him to capture his train of thought, and to stall he runs one of his hands through the blond hair that pops out of the top of his costume. "I am sorry. Manners. I'm Booster Gold, Idol of Millions." He extends his hand, clearly having forgotten that they already did that, and flashes the kind of bright white smile that you'd expect to hear a chiming sound effect with if this were a cartoon.
Hella Rokkurdisardottir     Hella's smile is kind as Booster expresses disappointment regarding Brimstone. "Give him time. He makes his own decisions about who he socializes with, but I can make sure he doesn't try to attack you," she offers by way of consolation. She gives her Muspelhund a fond thumping pat at his side and, in that same strange language, tells him to stay or go as he pleases. The massive pup plops his butt down on the ground, still leaning heavily against Hella's leg as he keeps an eye on Booster, licking his great, jowly chops once. Is it just a normal slurping of his chops, or is it a threat? Impossible to know!

    Hella's handshake is firm, yes, but not enough to make Booster feel inadequate! She's practiced it a LOT. The guys on her truck at work were the guinea pigs and, trust, they were /not/ thrilled about it, but machismo required their game participation! Releasing his hand, her grin is warm as Booster struggles, stumbling through her mouthful of a surname. She says it more slowly, including stress syllables and letting him follow along, if he wishes, "RROH-koorr-DEE-sarr-DOH-teer." She laughs and shakes her head, "Is fine. Just call me Hella. Or, Rokkur. Is on my turnout gear for work, to make simple." Her eyebrows lift as Booster completes the impressive, flashy trick with the clipboard, her mouth turned down in a Robert DeNiro-esque expression. "Nice moves," she says, grinning.

    At the comment about checking her out, Hella lifts a brow and a half-grin dimples one cheek. She has dimples! Oh, yeah, she does~ She doesn't comment on the implication that Booster is quick to dismiss, simply nodding her head with that crooked smile. "Technically, early this morning, but yes. I have...very specific needs for phone. Have ruined too many lately and is getting too expensive," she exhales in a long-suffering tone. "And, is par for course, bungling my name, so no worries." She tilts her head ever-so-slightly at the 'Idol of Millions' moniker, as she's unfamiliar with his name, as of yet. She's still pretty new to America, and is only familiar with the ultra-famous superheroes, as of yet.

    "Booster," she says in that thick accent, the 'oo' so much deeper that an American would say. "Pleasure to meet you," she says, shaking his hand, again, not even hesitating. Her smile is genuine, her cheeks dimpled, her eyes sparkling a bit in the sunlight. "What do I need to do for phone, mmh?" she asks, releasing his hand a second time, letting hers fall to her hip as she idly scritches at Brimstone's head.
Booster Gold     "I mean, not attacking would be /great/, but is he sure he doesn't want a..." Booster starts to lean down, as if to give Brimstone a scritch in his neck, but then seems to think twice about it. "Maybe later."
    Perhaps surprisingly, Booster does not seem at all bothered by the firmness of her handshake. He nods slowly, returning a smile to her grin, and works his way slowly through the pronunciation as she does it. "RROH-korr-DEE-sarr-DOH-teer"." he says, coming pretty close other than missing one of the vowel sounds. He closes one eye, as if playing it back in his head and comparing it to hers. He squints. "RROH-koorr-DEE-sarr-DOH-teer". He opens his eyes, looking towards her for confirmation if he got it.
    "No, it's not fine. You deserve to be called by your correct name. People are too lazy these days, and its disrespectful." He glances down at the pen on the ground, and seems to not have a trick for that, so he squats quickly to pick it up and make a few notations on the page. "I mean, you tell me which you'd prefer, and I'll run with that one."
    Booster looks up at her and smiles, an almost audible "awwww" seeming to come from the way his face goes dopey at the dimples. The talk of business brings him back to focus though, and he clears his throat. "Yes, well, the Kord Co superhero phone is designed with space age polymers to ensure that it can take on whatever damage you can dish to it." His professionalism, such as it is, is lost as she says his name, as a visible shiver goes up his body with how she pronounces it. He stands there, watching her. And it takes a moment for it to register that she has asked a question. "Uh. Right." He looks down at the clipboard, and then back at her. He tilts his head slightly. "You qualify. Which model did you want?" The pen clicks. And clicks. Clickclickclickclickclickclickclick.
Hella Rokkurdisardottir     Hella's smile, when Booster finally gets it right, is brilliant. The wattage is like WHOA. She nods her head vigorously, clapping in encouragement as her white-blonde hair bounces around with her head bobbing. "Good job, Booster Gold, Idol of Millions!" she is effusive with her praise. "I appreciate you taking time to learn how. Very kind," she says, her smile a bit softer, now, as though she's aware she's a bit too exciteable and is reining it in. To the question of her preference, she smiles and says, "Hella is just fine. I answer to it all the time," she grins playfully. Did she wink?! Maybe. It was so quick, though, and it's very bright out today...

    Hella can't help but be charmed by Booster's behavior, laughing softly as he gets lost in his head and forgets what's going on. When she replies, it's with a good-hearted grin, those dimples ever-present. "Well, I need very durable phone. Take lots of pounding. Also, fireproof would be ideal. But, fire resistant for very high temperatures would be okay," she says, talking about her needs. "That's most basic stuff. But, also, I want it to be pretty. I like white and pink and silver. I would like white phone with silver accents, if this is possible, and customizable sticker for case or something, that can be soft pink. Is this possible?" she asks, tilting her head with the question.
Booster Gold     His smile broadens as she applauds his pronunciation. Even moreso when she repeats the catch phrase that no one other than Skeets uses. "You deserve to be called by the right name," he replies. "I'm glad I got it. But yeah, Hella is hella shorter." He grins at his pun, not having registered yet from her accent that her knowledge of 90s American slang may not be up to par.
    Booster does pull it together. He nods as she says she needs a durable phone. He manages to suppress a chortle that threatens to slip out when she takes about taking a pounding. He makes a quick notation on the sheet when she mentions it needing to be fireproof. "Yeah, of course, given how hot you are." He closes his eyes as soon as the words are out of his mouth, and his lips move silently, as if chiding himself internally for something. Maybe her knowledge of slang is /that/ far off. When she mentions needing it to be pretty, his eyes pop back open. "I am not sure that we have those color options, but I can have Ted whip up a custom case for you if you want. Or his bots. They're not as good as Skeets, but..." He pauses, and trails off, looking around for a moment. "Where the heck /is/ Skeets?"
    From behind and a bit above Booster a mechanized voice comes out. "You're doing just fine on your own, sir! Keep it going!" It's unclear if the robot is capable of sarcasm or not. From the way Booster's eyes redden, highly possible.
    Booster brings that smile back as he looks at Hella. "I'm sorry. This is, uh, not usually my thing. Ted needed me to pitch in, and you know, whenever Ted needs me, I'm there." He meets her gaze, and takes a deep breath. "I'll personally make sure you get a soft pink case with silver accents, and a fireproof phone. Any questions, or anything else I can do for you?"
Hella Rokkurdisardottir     If Hella doesn't understand the reference, she's not showing any signs of confusion. And, when Booster delivers his pun, she just grins in response, nodding her head in the affirmative. Yes, she is aware it's shorter, simpler. That's why she offers it as an option to others! How clever of Booster to perceive that! To the unintentional (or maybe Freudian?) double entendre, though, Hella seems oblivious. Instead, she looks shocked, her brows raising high on her forehead as she steps back a bit. "You can feel me?!" she asks in surprise. "You must be very sensitive to temperature. I'm not even that hot, right now. Well, I mean. I don't feel heat, but I can feel waves when they... Is not important," she stops herself, holding a hand up and shaking her head. "I apologize if I make you sweat," she says, making yet another unintentional double-entendre, perhaps.

    Hella looks slightly crestfallen, at first, when the words 'not sure we have those' make it out of Booster's mouth, but she shifts into a hopeful expression when he mentions a custom case. "Oh, if it is option, yes!" she says with a big smile brightening her face, once more. "Skeet...s?" she says haltingly, confusion apparent in her tone and her eyes. "OH!" she looks delighted at the appearance of the little zoomy robot-friend, "Hello, there, little robot-friend! Skeets," she says in an affectionate, crooning sort of voice. Similar to the one Booster used on a snarling Brimstone only mintutes ago! "You are super cute; yes, you are! Like little rocket ship of gold!" she says, grinning and scrunching her nose at Skeets.

    Looking back to Booster, she smiles warmly and waves a dismissive hand, "Oh, is no problem. I appreciate home-visit service," she nods her head sagely. "Though, you...could have called my phone," she points out with a crooked smile. "Still, is nice you stopped by. For my phone, I want white case with silver accents, and I will worry about stickers to make design more 'me,' mmh?" she says, as if making a compromise with him.
Booster Gold     "Uh, no, I wasn't feeling you," Booster says. "I mean, I'm feeling this if you're feeling this, but..." He stops and clenches his jaw. He does that silent mouth moving thing again. Clearly he is repeating some sort of mantra to himself to refocus. He closes his eyes for a moment. He reopens them. "My visor can pick up thermals," he says, tapping the side of his temple. "It's how I can clearly tell that you're a super without having you give me the business." He pauses. "A demonstration, I mean. That's usually part of getting the discount." When she asks if she makes him sweat, he nervously dabs at his forehead. "Is it that obvious??"
    Skeets bounces up and down excitably as she addresses him, and he zooms over to her as if to put himself within range to be pet. "Thank you for recognizing my well crafted aesthetic!"
    When Hella points out how he could have called her phone instead of dropping by, Booster arches an eyebrow. "I thought this was to _get_ a phone?" He smiles and nods. "I'll see what I can do. I'm friends with the owner, so, you know, maybe I can convince him to do something a little special for you." He rocks back and forth a bit on his feet. "Uh. Yeah. So...I can bring it by. When it's done. If you want." He pauses. "Orwecanshipitifthatsreallywhatyoudprefer."
Hella Rokkurdisardottir     Hella's smile fades a little when he says he's not feeling her; is she unsure of what he means, or are her feelings hurt? Regardless, her smile strengthens again and she nods her head as he explains how his visor can see many things others can't, usually. "Ahh, I did not think. Is not first time this happens," she says with a self-deprecating laugh. Then, to the dabbing she laughs softly, shaking her head, "No, I cannot see sweat on you, but my heat can make people sweaty because it is hot. If you look closely at me in sunlight, with sun at my back, you can see steam coming off of me like smoke. If I am hotter and air is colder, is easier to see, especially at night," she explains.

    She reaches out to give Skeets an affectionate petting. She isn't sure what kind of physical input he likes, but she tries patting and petting. "Nice robot-friend," she says to Skeets with a smile. She will continue to do this for as long as Skeets sticks around for it, though she won't press it if he doesn't seem to be into it. She's used to dogs, but she knows cats, too, and realizes that not everyone enjoys the same kind of affections! She loves animals, and robot-friends, too!

    Hella laughs at the point Booster makes, "Is true, I need phone! But, I have one for use until I get permanent phone." She grins. "People need phones, here. Used for everything, ja?" she asks, giving a hint to something kinda strange about her language choice. She's Russian, but said 'ja' (though it sounds kinda like 'yaw') which is kind of a German thing? Maybe? Well, that's enough of that! She grins at the offer, "I don't mind home-visit service. Quicker and safer than shipping, no?"
Booster Gold     Booster sees that smile fade, and it is like a dagger in his heart. "No no, I mean...I think you're really amazing, but you know, Ted said, I have to be professional." He glances at the clipboard. And then looks down at his tie. He reaches up and pulls the tie off. As if that somehow gives him license to not be professional. "I'd really like to see steam come off you like smoke. Sometime. At night." He pauses. "Do you eat dinner?"
    The attention to Skeets manages to give Booster a chance to recalibrate from his total inability to ask effectual questions. Skeets, of course, likes any kind of touching he can get, and actually sounds like he is purring as she pets him. A little vibration across his form sells it more.
    "Yes, good to know that you have a phone. I should have noticed that you gave us a number." He glances at the clipboard, and then as if remembering hurriedly puts the tie back on. He looks back up at Hella. He misses any nuance to the changes of her language, or the appearance of them. "Yes, definitely safer. I'd be happy to service you in your home!" He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, and murmurs under his breath. "Ted is going to kill me."
Hella Rokkurdisardottir     Hella looks almost shy when Booster reacts to the slight drop in her happy expression, a little embarrassed that he noticed it so easily. Poor Hella, wearing her heart on her sleeve like that -- makes her incredibly genuine, but also damnably transparent. She laugh softly and bites her lower lip as Booster quickly picks up the ball and runs with it, yanking his tie off to psychically give him the right to be less-than-professional with her. Are her cheeks pinker? Maybe. A smidge. In Booster's visor, he can see an uptick in her temperature and heartrate, a degree or two. She laughs, again and nods, "Boy, do I eat dinner. I eat a lot. Burn calories like dry kindling." Her grin is a little goofy, but it suits her, dimples and all; she has real golden retriever/yellow lab energy, when she's at ease and socializing.

    She allows herself to be lightly distracted from the moment by petting Skeets as she continues her earlier comment, "I wouldn't mind letting you see me at night." Her eyes look so innocent, and her smile so cute. Does she know the kinds of things she's saying, or not? It seems like an innocent English-is-a-second-or-third-language phrasing mishap...But, it keeps happening!

    Hella grins as Booster resumes his business-like mode, "Oh, I will be sure to look forward to your servicing!" She smiles brightly, not seeming to have caught the innuendo. It's actually a mistake she made on the night she met Ant-Man, when she thanked him for servicing America. That's a story for another time! "How long do you think getting phone will take? No rush, but curious," she murmurs, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, hip rocked out casually as Brimstone gets bored and heads inside with a huffing and click-clacking of claws.
Booster Gold     Booster lets out a smile at that reaction. More of a grin, even, at this point. "I'd like to see that," he says, nodding. "If you'd be willing to let me take you out to dinner, of course." He watches her, and rocks back and forth on his feet again. He seems a bit less sure of himself than he did when he arrived. Some of the facade seems to have shifted to the side.
    Running with the prior question, he nods. "I know a great rooftop restaurant - all you can crab legs on Thursday, if you like crab - that has a great view of the sunset. We could watch the sun go down, and then..." He chuckles for a moment. "Then I can watch the steam. How does that sound?" He seems to try to really focus now, not letting the language trip him up.
    As Brimstone heads inside, Booster seems a bit disappointed. "Maybe next time, buddy," he calls after the retreating dog. Then his gaze is back on Hella, and he nods. "I'll talk to Ted. I am sure we can get you to the front of the list." He pauses. "I honestly have no idea how long they take to make. But we can always just take a different one and swap out the exterior, easy peasy. No waiting." He doesn't actually know this, of course. But he'll find a way to make it happen.
Hella Rokkurdisardottir     Hella beams as Booster affirms that he'd like to take her out for something to eat. At the mention of all you can eat crab legs, her eyes widen and her stomach grumbles. "YES," she breathes with deep emotion. "I LOVE seafood. Crab, especially. Are you sure is all-you-can-eat? I will bankrupt them!" she says with feeling, her perfect white teeth making another appearance as she grins. "They will rue the day they challenged Hella Rokkurdisardottir to an eating competition!" she says, flexing her arms reflexively, feelin' herself.

    She is completely unselfconscious, even after having laid her goofiness all out there on the table like that. She's simply grinning happily at Booster, repeating, in case she wasn't clear enough before, "Yes, perfect, Booster." There's that special way of saying his name, again. "Booster Gold, Icon of Millions," she finishes, her eyes sparkling a bit in the sun as she tilts her head.

    To Booster's disappointed face, Hella makes a sympathetic tutting sound and impulsively pulls him into a hug! Yes, an up-close-and-very-personal hug! It's not one of those at-a-distance or barely-embracing hugs. It's a real, solid hug that brings with it a number of notable things: her heat -- gosh her body sure is warm; her scent -- coconut and vanilla(?), pleasant, inoffensive, warm like her personality; and her strength -- it's something, and she's only hugging! "Don't worry, Booster. I will tell you secret tricks to get on Brimmy's good side, if you are good boy," she murmurs as she hugs, her voice vibrating near his ear. Then, just as suddenly as she hugged him, she pats his back with a mild thump or two, and releases him to stand on his own two feet, putting her hands on her hips. "You have my number, so. Use it," she says with a smile. "I look forward to your shocked face when you watch me eat!" she laughs.
Booster Gold     Silently, Booster thanks himself for having gone with the crab legs. It is sometimes a dicey proposition, although he certainly loves them. But who knows what heroes have special relationships with talking animals these days, so... "Excellent. And yes, it is definitely all you can eat..." As her excitement continues to grow and she flexes, Booster grins. "Uh, it's an offer, not a challenge." He ponders for a moment. "But, you know, even if they ban us from coming back - it'll be totally worth it!" That way she says his name makes him almost want to swoon himself, and he smiles broadly. "Maybe I'll give them a heads up that they are being "challenged" so they can do their best to meet it."
    As he is hugged, Booster loses himself entirely in all of the things - the scene, the warmth, the strength. "Wow. You are an amazing hugger." Just something he throws out there as an observation. He nods at the promise of the trick to winning over Brimstone, and then just as suddenly is back on his feet, wobbling a bit. "Yes, I have your number. I will let you know." He returns a warm smile. "Hopefully it'll be on your new phone!" He points at her. "I'll get it done as soon as I can!" At her last comment, he reminds her. "Not a challenge!" He takes a step or two back, as if preparing to launch himself into the air. "I'll see you soon." He pauses. "Thank you for your ordering a phone from Ted." Is that a standard closing for all customers? It certainly doesn't have the cadence of one.
Hella Rokkurdisardottir     Hella grins as Booster tries to correct her understanding of the all-you-can-eat offer. "Is challenge, Booster. I will WIN it," she nods decisively. "If they try to ban, I will have talk with owner, unh?" her canines seem especially pointy in this grin, somehow. "It will be good time, I'm sure," she adds, smiling brightly. Is Booster regretting his proposition, yet? Hella is blissfully unaware!

    To the compliment on her hugging, her face lights up, again, her eyes bright. "Thank you. Affection is common in my family. I forget not everyone hugs when they feel like it. Is good thing you liked it," she admits with a chagrinned half-smile. She nods her head agreeably to the replies, smiling pleasantly. "Sounds good! I am full of anticipation!" she says with vigor. Then, she leans forward and stage-whispers, "Is competition! I will win!" She winks, this time. She definitely winked!

    "You are welcome, Booster Gold, Icon of Millions! Thank you for breaking into my home to service me!" she says with heartfelt appreciation. As Booster backs up and prepares for take-off, she murmurs to herself, "You are very cute when you are embarrassed. I like it." It's more to herself than to Booster, but he may be able to hear it. Perhaps! More loudly, she calls out to Skeets, "Bye, sweet little robot-friend Skeets!"
Booster Gold     Oh, Booster is not regretting at all. He is already broadly grinning as he imagines the scene. "It will be a great time, to be sure." He flashes a grin, and seems nearly bouncing with the excitement. "And if we are banned, we can just find another place!"
    "I will always appreciate a good hug, Hella. You're right. We don't do them enough here." He seems genuine when he says this, a smile. As she reasserts that it is a competition, he grins. "I have no doubt you will win." He smiles at the wink, and winks back. Another two steps back, and he lifts off into the sky, waving down to her. He does not comment on the embarrassed comment, but his cheeks flush a bit. He definitely heard it. "See you soon!" And off he goes.
    Skeets is a little slower to fly away. "Goodbye, sweet meat-friend Hella." He pauses and looks back at her. "Sir likes you." he volunteers, before zooming away in the direction of where Booster's retreating form went.