003; the play's the thing.

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[All things considered, Jim really deserves to sit in the bar on the plane and drink until she can't remember her own name, and then wake up tomorrow wishing she was dead

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[And Jim's eyebrows are making a break for the ceiling. That's far from one of the oddest things she's seen - Starfleet'll do that to you - but the teddy bear is.

Huh.]

James Kirk.

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Captain.

[But it's not a particularly forceful correction, possibly because she's a little too distracted by the little shot-wine-glass. Does he really think the teddy bear's going to drink it?]

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[Then he probably won't notice that her distraction just got a little icy.] I'm sure you'll think of something charming.

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Who's Charles?

[She's voting for 'stuffed rabbit'.]

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-Of course.

[Where are you even from.]

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Earth, stardate [narration can't find it right now].

[...She eyes it.] No, thank you.

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[Her expression gets a tad softer at that.] -Yes, I suppose it is.

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They're calculated in reference to given points in the universe.