Hana likes.

The idol watches her in awe as she dresses down. She stares intently at her behind--perfectly seen by the tightness of her pants. She frowns with disappointment, though only partly, when Mercy turns back around to return. She's still strikingly beautiful at least.

"Hana, you look absolutely exhausted. Your face is red. Please, let me take a look at what's bothering you."

The idol flinches, but she nods. She takes her over to the ladder and gestures towards it, and begins to describe the problem in full. Something about capacitors and engines and fuel lines. Mercy begins to climb her way up it and take a look. Meanwhile, Hana Song's eyes don't leave her rear as it wiggles back and forth on her way to the top.

"I'm having trouble finding it!" Angela shouts as she leans into the cockpit.

"Uh... It's lower in," Hana lies.

She watches as the woman's rear perks into the air--bending down deeper into the cockpit. Hana licks her lips and grins. After a moment, the doctor finally admits defeat and learns to look down at the idol.

"Are you sure it's in here?"

"Actually, it might be down here. Check here," she says eagerly, and watches Angela make her way back down.

The doctor looks beneath the mech and bends completely over, causing Hana Song to widen her eyes.

Must... Resist... Touch...