"I can't stand the smell of all the mundanes and all their smelly machinery and things they do to their bodies and put around their houses. Too many smells in a city, drives me batty." It actually wasn't so bad here in - what had she called it, Ten Forward? Everyone smelled more or less the same and there was a general blandness to the air that was neither pleasing nor displeasing, really. It just smelled manufactured.

He scratched at his thick stubble and gave her another slight smile. She was just a cub, he found himself thinking, which made him think of his little cubs all far far away. "So you joking with me about this star ship thing? And who is Q?"