She can hardly think what to say, what to ask - how, how, how is this all possible - but he keeps on talking, and she's distracted enough to glance at him.
"I'd have preferred being asked, Commander."
(And yet, her eyes dart back to that window, filled with so, so many unknown stars.)
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Hundreds?
She can hardly think what to say, what to ask - how, how, how is this all possible - but he keeps on talking, and she's distracted enough to glance at him.
"I'd have preferred being asked, Commander."
(And yet, her eyes dart back to that window, filled with so, so many unknown stars.)