104 | [Voice]
Hopefully, our next port will be calm in comparison. [Vulcans don't say 'I told you so,' but she told you so, guys.] Once things are settled, I will be studying the Barge itself. [Read: The Barge and the Admiral.] I obtained some interesting data while searching for the Admiral that I intend to test.
[Warden Filter]
If anyone is available, it would be prudent to place some manner of guard on the engine room until the codes can be changed.
[Private to the Seventh Doctor]
When everything is settled, I'd like to sit down for tea again.
[Private to Slade]
Your status. [It's a question. With Vague Vulcan Worry (tm).]
[Private to Kirk]
[This one has actual Vulcan Worry.] Are you well? [BE WELL, DAMN IT.]
[Private to Locke]
I placed your inmate in Zero shortly before the imposter revealed himself. He believed he murdered Richie Gecko. I'm not certain if this is true, but it seems highly unlikely, given the faceless crewman I came across. I believe it attacked him and he killed it. I do not know why he believed it to be Mister Gecko.
[Private to Will Graham]
Mister Pinkman thinks he murdered your inmate just before things culminated on the board. I have my doubts about this, but I would appreciate your verification.
[Spam for Trip]
[The moment the announcement came that things were back to normal - was there truly a normal here, she wondered, or was that just what humans called 'wishful thinking?' - T'Pol made her way to the CES to find Trip. She watched others leave, wringing her hands. She didn't even realize she was doing it. The trellium had damaged her ability to control her emotions as she should, but it also meant it wasn't as easy to control certain physical ticks she'd suppressed most of her life. Hang wringing was one that had surfaced, and she'd keep wringing them until she spotted Trip.]
[Private to McCoy]
[Once Trip is asleep:] I require use of your replicator.
[Private to the Admiral]
[She's waiting a bit on this; she heard how tired he was, and she's more interested in making sure Trip is okay. But once he's asleep, she's got Things To Say.]
It is a captain's prerogative to decide what information his crew requires. That is logical. Sharing too much information is often dangerous - as is sharing too little. I do not know how this imposter came aboard, and it may not be necessary that we learn how. But you have left us with very little information about the ship we live on. Wardens are your senior staff: you need us as much as we need you.
You have presumably suffered through this. Had we been more informed, we may have been able to provide assistance to you, instead of waiting more than a month for the revelation that you required our help.
We are here. Make use of us. Inform us. Do not let this happen again.
[Warden Filter]
If anyone is available, it would be prudent to place some manner of guard on the engine room until the codes can be changed.
[Private to the Seventh Doctor]
When everything is settled, I'd like to sit down for tea again.
[Private to Slade]
Your status. [It's a question. With Vague Vulcan Worry (tm).]
[Private to Kirk]
[This one has actual Vulcan Worry.] Are you well? [BE WELL, DAMN IT.]
[Private to Locke]
I placed your inmate in Zero shortly before the imposter revealed himself. He believed he murdered Richie Gecko. I'm not certain if this is true, but it seems highly unlikely, given the faceless crewman I came across. I believe it attacked him and he killed it. I do not know why he believed it to be Mister Gecko.
[Private to Will Graham]
Mister Pinkman thinks he murdered your inmate just before things culminated on the board. I have my doubts about this, but I would appreciate your verification.
[Spam for Trip]
[The moment the announcement came that things were back to normal - was there truly a normal here, she wondered, or was that just what humans called 'wishful thinking?' - T'Pol made her way to the CES to find Trip. She watched others leave, wringing her hands. She didn't even realize she was doing it. The trellium had damaged her ability to control her emotions as she should, but it also meant it wasn't as easy to control certain physical ticks she'd suppressed most of her life. Hang wringing was one that had surfaced, and she'd keep wringing them until she spotted Trip.]
[Private to McCoy]
[Once Trip is asleep:] I require use of your replicator.
[Private to the Admiral]
[She's waiting a bit on this; she heard how tired he was, and she's more interested in making sure Trip is okay. But once he's asleep, she's got Things To Say.]
It is a captain's prerogative to decide what information his crew requires. That is logical. Sharing too much information is often dangerous - as is sharing too little. I do not know how this imposter came aboard, and it may not be necessary that we learn how. But you have left us with very little information about the ship we live on. Wardens are your senior staff: you need us as much as we need you.
You have presumably suffered through this. Had we been more informed, we may have been able to provide assistance to you, instead of waiting more than a month for the revelation that you required our help.
We are here. Make use of us. Inform us. Do not let this happen again.