She's glad that she's got him laughing; unlike most Capitolites who turn into huffy little bitches if you so much as crease their collars, he seems happy to let her jack up the pace a little. His comment has her chuckling, too, under her breath.

"Plenty of time--for slow--later," she reminds him in between heated kisses. Right now she's on an avalanche and the more momentum she picks up the more she wants. She's very aware of those fingers creeping down between her thighs and soon enough they're pressing right up against her where she's bare and more than a little aroused already. Porrim lets out a low moan, pulling back just enough to answer his question.

"Got it covered," she reassures him. Medical miracles and whatnot.