At first, she's just glad she's finally found Picard. No, better than that, he's sought her out. Maybe he's not avoiding her after all! And yet, there's the nagging feeling that she should turn around. And in doing so, her eyes widen.
"Jean-Luc!" She cries out, taking a step backward, away from the weapon poised only inches from her face. Scrambling back, away from those ugly faces, she moves to Picard's side, immediately linking her arm with his.
"My hero..." She smiles over at him, her initial shock quickly fading. "Not that I normally take to the damsel in distress role so easily."
And she'll turn, pulling him along with her toward the door. A room full of enraged Klingons isn't exactly a romantic setting.
"Really Jean-Luc!" Despite her admonishing tone, she almost coos her words, still leading him. "Why would you have something like that aboard your ship! And what..." She waves her free hand at his suit and trench coat. "is all this?"
Re: #2, because why not?
"Jean-Luc!" She cries out, taking a step backward, away from the weapon poised only inches from her face. Scrambling back, away from those ugly faces, she moves to Picard's side, immediately linking her arm with his.
"My hero..." She smiles over at him, her initial shock quickly fading. "Not that I normally take to the damsel in distress role so easily."
And she'll turn, pulling him along with her toward the door. A room full of enraged Klingons isn't exactly a romantic setting.
"Really Jean-Luc!" Despite her admonishing tone, she almost coos her words, still leading him. "Why would you have something like that aboard your ship! And what..." She waves her free hand at his suit and trench coat. "is all this?"