[ He means to keep a straight face, he really does, but then the coffee maker dings and Ephemera just starts laughing. Mostly because Drake apparently decided he'd roll with all of it, even though Ephemera's flirting isn't all that on point without at least a decent bottle of alcohol and a bunch of space marines looking to burn off some tension.

He covers his mouth a little too late to hide the grin. ]

Oh, we're really doing this, huh?

[ Eh, why not? They could use a break. Something light. ]

Call me Ephemera. It's a mouthful, I know, but I'll make it worth your while to remember.