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[paradaxical]

[ She spies him walking down a corridor. The fading bruises still give him away. She quickens her pace to catch up to him. And ever mindful of Spock's warnings, she addresses him with what she hopes is a brisk but not unfriendly manner.]

Captain, may I have a word with you?

((For canyonsiniowa))

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[canyonsiniowa]

[Kirk, still wearing his informal white undershirt and black shirt from the camping escapade just keeps walking. He curses to himself under his breath. There goes the mood.]

Sounds like you're already having one, Commander.

[paradaxical]

[And Spock was worried about her acting professionally and going off mission? She bites off a retort and matches his stride.]

Well, you did want me to report to you regarding our mutual efforts to get off of this starbase. Captain.

[canyonsiniowa]

Yes. So what do you have to report?

[He reaches up and scratches the side of his neck. He is on his way to the damn shower room. Did Bones really have to program Old Southern weather too? Damn.]

[paradaxical]

[His attitude annoys her, but since technically she called it off, she ignores it and holds up the PADD she's been carrying.]

I've started compiling the arrival data for everyone. If you look at this first diagram, it's a star map showing where certain people were taken from at stardate 2258.50. Then we superimpose the same galaxy map but...

[She taps a few buttons.]

...the corresponding abduction points for different time lines...

[Different coloured dots become layered over the same area of space.]

It's not much, but I'm hoping that if I study it long enough, maybe I can find some kind of pattern. We can't just think three dimensionally, but with four dimensions.

[She glances over at him, wondering if he's even giving her work any kind of consideration.]