"Nothing on San Francisco, but still a beautiful city."

He settles down in the pilot's seat, trying to make little effort to foster that feeling of ease. It isn't natural--talking to an Admiral rarely is, but it's worth a try.

"You're still Cadet betIlley. I doubt even Captain Picard would argue with that." Archer didn't have a read on Picard yet, but his gut instinct grounded somewhere between cautious and argumentative. Still, with more than a thousand people on his ship, and Q's interference besides, a captain couldn't be expected to be on close terms with every one of them.

"What field are you studying in?"