"Really?" There's a note of incredulity in his voice. He doesn't bristle in response to the boy's tone, neither does he laugh, but he does take an extra moment to form his next few words. "Then you are far more accustomed to these kinds of events than most here are, and I do not need to tell you that my ship operates under a different kind of leadership. The uniforms you see scattered around the room are those of Starfleet officers, and the crew, as you made mention of them earlier, come from a variety of worlds known to us."
KO-35, and indeed Rangers both of the space and planetary variety, are quite removed from where Andros now finds himself. Picard would offer solace, but he doesn't seem to need it.
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"Really?" There's a note of incredulity in his voice. He doesn't bristle in response to the boy's tone, neither does he laugh, but he does take an extra moment to form his next few words. "Then you are far more accustomed to these kinds of events than most here are, and I do not need to tell you that my ship operates under a different kind of leadership. The uniforms you see scattered around the room are those of Starfleet officers, and the crew, as you made mention of them earlier, come from a variety of worlds known to us."
KO-35, and indeed Rangers both of the space and planetary variety, are quite removed from where Andros now finds himself. Picard would offer solace, but he doesn't seem to need it.