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[wesleyrcrusher]

::paces between consoles in Titan's science lab, nibbling on thumb while mentally comparing readings::

::or trying...to be honest, clouds start to look alike after a while, even at the subatomic level::

::steals a look to other side of lab, the messier, not so well catalogued, filled with not so official projects one::

::strikes a bargain with self-

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[capt_will_riker]

::notes and interprets quick recovery with years of prior experience, but withholds comment...snot and clouds, after all::

::still, puts business in tone::

Am I interrupting, Lieutenant?

[wesleyrcrusher]

Nope!

::clears throat, and stray adolescent squeak out of voice::

::moves back to console, making show of scrolling::

I was getting ready to make a final call for the rest of the readings the away teams have been taking. I think we've gotten everything of interest here...as of a couple of days ago.

[capt_will_riker]

::nods, looking past him to view of the M class planet ship is orbiting...pretty enough, but just like a dozen seen before::

::blinks at own disenchantment, turning eyes back to expectant companion::

Just as well, we need to be wrapping things up anyhow.

::carefully surveys younger man...looking a bit more put together these days, but still just a little lost::

Mind if I call on your other area of expertise for a moment?

[wesleyrcrusher]

My other...oh.

::drops assumed Starfleet stance, folding arms instead::

::can't quite mask curiosity or surprise...fascinating as the Travelers are, most people don't seem to want to think about them in any detail::

Go right ahead.