Cortana was silent, her eyes were looking at his arms around the exact areas where that black body suit was closest to his skin. He wasn't a heap of rectangular armor anymore, he was defined and curved. She pressed a hand against his chest and felt warmth and pressure, his fit muscles were hard underneath that flesh. This was definitely a dream. How else would she be able to get this lucky?

"Lucky me." She responded, voice tender as she pulled her hand back in shyness. "I must be the only machine in the world who can dream."

Unless she wasn't a machine. But Cortana was trying very hard not to over-think. There was something very important and huge standing in front of him.