She watched the way he moved and flashed a ghost of a smile. He had to smoke, Marion thought, given how he was reaching into his pocket. She settles her fingers against the chilled glass of her drink.

"It's called Ten Forward," Marion starts. "It's... sort of a bar. On a ship. We've been kidnapped by a being who calls himself Q."

The young woman frowns slightly. "I know it sounds weird. I had a hard time believing it myself but... I've seen some weird things."