[ definitely a late bloomer, but not an unwelcome one. janeway's been keeping diligent watch on her crew's pods for months, having been the only one released from stasis for unknown reasons. it's a delight to see a familiar face, one that she associates with her ship and not history books and the paradoxes of time and alternate realities. kirk's presence has provided her with a unique comfort that was absent out in the vastness of the delta quadrant, command camaraderie that she's come to treasure and rely on, but b'elanna — she's home. ]

Welcome to El Nysa, [ she says, completely skipping over any commentary and how bizarre all of this may be. (is it bizarre, though? given the lives that they lead, the things that they've seen and experienced, is something like this even in the realm of odd?) ] About time you woke up and smelled the cof...fe.

[ it's then that she realizes she left her cup behind, and forgets all about that comment about the heel on her boots to look over her shoulder as if she'd be able to spot what the locals here brew through the tangle of people she dodged on her way over here.

heaving a semi-dramatic sigh, reserved only for the finest organic suspension ever devised, she turns back to her chief engineer. ] Looks like I'll be needing a fresh cup. After we find you a coat.