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[deniedthefeds]

There is an elderly Vulcan woman sitting on the observation deck, watching the stars as they pass. If she is surprised to find herself there, she gives no indication. She can see no reason to be overly concerned about her current predicament; after all, she is in the well used part of the ship, so a crew member is more likely to pass by sooner than

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[deniedthefeds]

She turns her head slightly to watch him, before nodding at his greeting. "Sir." He looked almost familiar, but she was certain she had not met him before. She looked back out at the stars, deciding it was most likely just another oddity of this place that would be explained with time.

"What is the name of this ship?"

[deniedthefeds]

"Ah," she says simply. It does make sense, and she has heard of these sorts of things happening before. "And you are?"

[kingofatlantis]

Data (having wandered onto the observation deck out of a sense of something that others would have called 'homesickness,' but he could not fully recognize just yet) halted in the doorway at the sight of T'Pau. "Greetings," he offered politely, gaze wandering towards the stars for a split second and then settling back on her.

[deniedthefeds]

T'Pau looked up from her seat, studying the odd looking man calmly. "Greetings," she replied, her mind at work trying to decide what he was.