Well, it's good to know technology is moving quickly. Space travel on freeze dried ration packs and whatever chef can rustle up is a hard way to get around the galaxy.

At her suggestion he rubs his jaw briefly with the knuckle of his thumb, then gestures, points up into thin air.

"You know what, that isn't a half bad idea. I bet I could get Captain Picard to agree to something like that, maybe schedule it in properly. There's a whole lot of people around here it might help settle in--not that any of us should be settling in. Do you know anything about this Q guy?"