"Then he survived in my time." And his crew hadn't. Stare cooling considerably, Khan weighs his options. If it's true, if any hope of escape comes at the hands of this 'Q', then he's already set himself at a disadvantage in injuring one of their crew. They'll have alerted security, and he is unwilling to submit to Starfleet custody again - not after Section 31. Not after Marcus.

If three hundred years hadn't changed human nature, after all, then he doubts another hundred made any difference either.

Grip loosening, Khan allows the ensign to slump from his hands, taking a measured step back. "Collect your crewman," he says, as though he's conferring a favor and not releasing a hostage. Every step Julian - and the rest of the bar's patrons - may take is being tracked by pale, wary eyes.