Martin goggled at the new arrival, and tried to use his operator privileges to /kick her out. It didn’t work; it was like she wasn’t even there. She continued peering at them curiously, her tail swishing.

Jessie glowered. “If this is your idea of a joke, Martin, I don’t find it very funny at all!” She stood up angrily, and teleported out in a burst of light.

“Jessie, wait a—oh, dammit!” Martin turned back to the intruder. “Who the hell are you, and what are you doing here?”

“I am the Firefox,” the woman said, unperturbed. “I guess the answer is no?”

“Answer?” Martin was so disconcerted it took him a moment to remember the question. “Well, it was yes until you showed up. Like it’s any of your business.”

The Firefox cocked her head. “Why?”

Martin blinked. “Why what?”

“Why were you going to have sex?” She seemed genuinely curious, which seemed so odd to Martin that he forgot to be upset.

“Because it feels good, why else?”

“Oh.” She considered this for a moment. “Would you like to have sex with me?”