Evening, Post-Mallos

[linnis_paris]

::strides into the Observation Lounge angrily, upping lighting and only barely slowing as the shadows dissipate to reveal jonathan_archer staring out the viewport::

::pauses inches behind him, nails digging into palms as fists ball at sides::

I can't hear my baby any longer, Captain. No fear, no reassurance, nothing. Nothing.

We've left her behind.