[ that's quite the loaded question, one she's not sure how she should answer — or if she should answer it at all. ultimately, silence spills into the space left for her to answer, the other captain following him wordlessly to the door as he finagles with the controls. she spends the time inwardly mulling over her response, weighing protocol against the uniqueness of their current situation.
it's not until they're walking into the common area (good lord, who designed this place? it's like some 20th century assumption of the future gone horribly wrong) that she provides him with an answer. ]
My ship is currently in the Delta Quadrant. Or was, however that works out.
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it's not until they're walking into the common area (good lord, who designed this place? it's like some 20th century assumption of the future gone horribly wrong) that she provides him with an answer. ]
My ship is currently in the Delta Quadrant. Or was, however that works out.