"I fear you're unlikely to reach your ship from here."
The woman's voice from the table near him is calm and a bit dry in a resigned sort of way, a tone that says this isn't the first time she's seen people simply appear out of thin air in the middle of the lounge. When David looks, he'll see a tall, slim woman sitting there with a PADD and a glass mug of something that looks like tea. She could be Vulcan, easily, with the upswept brows, pointed ears, and that tint to her skin that hints at copper-based blood — except that there's something all wrong about her body language in a way he may not even be able to immediately identify. There's a controlled, confident look about her, but it's not the carefully ingrained emotional suppression of a Vulcan.
Not that he wouldn't be forgiven for mistaking her for one. Why would there be a Romulan on board a Starfleet vessel, anyway?
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The woman's voice from the table near him is calm and a bit dry in a resigned sort of way, a tone that says this isn't the first time she's seen people simply appear out of thin air in the middle of the lounge. When David looks, he'll see a tall, slim woman sitting there with a PADD and a glass mug of something that looks like tea. She could be Vulcan, easily, with the upswept brows, pointed ears, and that tint to her skin that hints at copper-based blood — except that there's something all wrong about her body language in a way he may not even be able to immediately identify. There's a controlled, confident look about her, but it's not the carefully ingrained emotional suppression of a Vulcan.
Not that he wouldn't be forgiven for mistaking her for one. Why would there be a Romulan on board a Starfleet vessel, anyway?