"Nothing to worry about, really," says Daos, couched in tones quiet enough that Kai, still chatting seemingly cheerfully, will be unable to hear. "Girl doesn't have much arm strength. Might be nice." Daos gives a wink and a leer. Despite his friendly words, he's shifted slightly- one hand in his right pocket, the other resting flat against the wall, ready to push off.
In a sudden burst of movement, his vibro dagger whips out, humming dangerously-
- and flicking through the air straight ahead of him (and a safe few feet ahead and to the left of Lance) in an imitation of the pattern he was going through earlier. He slips it back in his coat and grins at Lance. "You can probably put that away, you know. No one's likely to burst onto the ship without us knowing." And with that, he walks out whistling. "'Scuse me, need to use the 'fresher."