She doesn't respond for a bit longer, just pressing up into Kenzie, trying to keep the heat, the so very human and yet very pleasant feeling of sweaty skin sticking against sweaty skin, trapped between them. There. Tries to keep the feeling of being Kenzie's world for just a few moments longer, of being... of being cherished. It's a weird thought.

She doesn't respond for a little bit longer still, until the foreign object into her, the sensation of the harness between them, starts bleeding into the bliss. Until those parts that are not</>i Kenzie start to make themselves known and intrude, and she huffs in discontent, albeit a minor one, and pulls away, forward and off. At least she does remember to be graceful and inform Kenzie of her intent to remove the foreign parts instead of just moving away. "Take that off," she states, not a command but a fact. If it's not off by the time that she has turned around, Silent-Death is going to take that off Kenzie. Probably with rather less care than it deserves.