Gaila startles him, after all with all the characters turned off, only the gentle hum of holographic engines have been keeping him company until now. Anyone would have spooked him, given that, but an Orion woman in particular--well, only the appearance of a Klingon or a reptilian Xindi could have given him more of a fright. All three, he was told, made up elements of this Enterprise's crew; it was difficult to believe until you saw it with your own eyes.
But Archer is not anything if not quick. Though he stands abruptly, surprised, he gathers himself within the beat of a second, and ducks his head by way of apology. He doesn't linger on his uncertainty the way he might have years ago, nor is he so quick to judge as he once was. One of his closest friends is an Andorian, his First Officer a Vulcan, his doctor, a man he'd trust with his beagle's life nevermind his own, a Denobulan; xenophobia can't be a word in a starship captain's lexicon.
"Not any old starship." Smiling, his tone conversational, he takes several steps toward her, puts his hands into his pockets--that's another thing wrong with the 24th century: no pockets. "She's the NX-01. They don't make them like this any more."
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But Archer is not anything if not quick. Though he stands abruptly, surprised, he gathers himself within the beat of a second, and ducks his head by way of apology. He doesn't linger on his uncertainty the way he might have years ago, nor is he so quick to judge as he once was. One of his closest friends is an Andorian, his First Officer a Vulcan, his doctor, a man he'd trust with his beagle's life nevermind his own, a Denobulan; xenophobia can't be a word in a starship captain's lexicon.
"Not any old starship." Smiling, his tone conversational, he takes several steps toward her, puts his hands into his pockets--that's another thing wrong with the 24th century: no pockets. "She's the NX-01. They don't make them like this any more."