She drew that fingertip into her mouth for a moment, let her tongue trace it, held the knuckle between her teeth. There may not have been any actual hurry, but Starbuck was gearing up anyway; she wanted her turn to try, to see if she'd be able to manage it as well this hand had.

Releasing Una's finger, she passed her own hand over Una's hip, kneading a little with her thumb over the bone. "Wow," she said, a catch of a laugh in her voice, proving she was well aware of how inadequate the sentiment was.