He catches on quickly, eases down into something approaching an honest smile, growing more comfortable by the moment, but still wielding the necessarily caution due considering his previous experiences with Orions. Caution, but not fear. He approaches the console she's standing beside, his hand falling on it as he circles about to the other side.
"Museum tours and holograms aren't really the same. They fix everything up, paint it all good as new. You don't run the Oregon trail without breaking a few wagon wheels." His eyes raise from the console as he speaks, meeting her gaze - still cautious, but warm none the less. It's honestly refreshing not to be instantly recognized, so he's going to keep rolling with it for now.
"It's still pretty impressive--a ship inside a ship." Then, with more confidence than he felt: "Computer, adjust holodeck parameters: viewscreen full, establish Earth orbit, 30 degrees inclination with dawn just breaking on the North American west coast." The computer responded, the viewscreen filled, black and yellow, green and blue, a swirl of white and gray curling south.
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"Museum tours and holograms aren't really the same. They fix everything up, paint it all good as new. You don't run the Oregon trail without breaking a few wagon wheels." His eyes raise from the console as he speaks, meeting her gaze - still cautious, but warm none the less. It's honestly refreshing not to be instantly recognized, so he's going to keep rolling with it for now.
"It's still pretty impressive--a ship inside a ship." Then, with more confidence than he felt: "Computer, adjust holodeck parameters: viewscreen full, establish Earth orbit, 30 degrees inclination with dawn just breaking on the North American west coast." The computer responded, the viewscreen filled, black and yellow, green and blue, a swirl of white and gray curling south.