Tasha's laughter is as light as a feather and floats from her effortlessly.

"I've missed you, too," she admits. She lets go of his hand and picks up the dropped recorder. "And," she grins "Thank goodness someone here is." Before her sense catches up to her impulses, she gives him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Your move, Commander." She looks around the holodeck, turning her whole body; likely just long enough to confuse him with her meaning. Her head is starting to think she screwed everything they just did up all over again. "Let's turn the funeral here into something more fun."