Data blinks and lowers his arm again, if only because Jim appears rather self-sufficient in the sudden lack of gravity. Maybe not comfortable, but he isn't struggling much. He even saved his sandwich.
Someone accustomed to space travel then, surely.
"Yes, sir. I am Lieutenant Commander Data." The sandwich, alongside Jim's namedrop of Starfleet prompts Data to make a quick scan of his databanks for the face that's hovering a good few feet above his own (if he is familiar with them, perhaps they are familiar with him, and Data has the personnel files and service record of every being to serve in the fleet swimming around in his computer head) but the query result is rather surprising. James Kirk? Is it possible for an android to fanboy? Not that it actually shows on Data's face, but.
He looks so young.
For a moment, he is distracted from glancing around for those control panels. "What is your name?" His databanks aren't wrong, of course, but maybe they're wrong.
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Someone accustomed to space travel then, surely.
"Yes, sir. I am Lieutenant Commander Data." The sandwich, alongside Jim's namedrop of Starfleet prompts Data to make a quick scan of his databanks for the face that's hovering a good few feet above his own (if he is familiar with them, perhaps they are familiar with him, and Data has the personnel files and service record of every being to serve in the fleet swimming around in his computer head) but the query result is rather surprising. James Kirk? Is it possible for an android to fanboy? Not that it actually shows on Data's face, but.
He looks so young.
For a moment, he is distracted from glancing around for those control panels. "What is your name?" His databanks aren't wrong, of course, but maybe they're wrong.