Roxy really couldn't help but reach out and press down on Feferi's back as she had been offered; the upper layer of flesh gave way, of course, but beneath it the tightly corded muscles remained unyielding. Roxy couldn't help but let out a low whistle. "DAMN, girl. I wanna pull out my penny jar and bounce some coins off your back."

A fact: Feferi was a really nice girl. Like, the nicest Roxy had met in awhile, and damn cute to boot. The science talks had been fun, and Feferi seemed to really like the cats (and their owner). Even with all that, there was a touch of hesitance, something that didn't allow her to quite go ripping off all her clothes to show off and compare just yet. Instead, Roxy carefully inched the straps of her overall skirt and the sleeves of her shirt off of her shoulders, keeping most of the fabric bunched over the swell of her padded bra.

Once her arms were free Roxy flexed them like an old jock cartoon character might have; she wasn't nearly as toned as Feferi, thanks to the effects of her hormones, but she kept sharp on her defensive skills between her rifles and the hand-to-hand combat. "Okay, YOUR turn. Get your soft hands all sweetly acquainted with these flamin' pistols before I take 'em off to the gun show in the next state over."