[It's doubly difficult, isn't it, living aboard a starship; by definition she works with everyone she sees on a daily basis. If she didn't find it rewarding, of course, she'd have stayed earthbound-- but it's peculiar. She wouldn't say lonesome. But it does come close.
Some people take it harder than others. The Captain, for all she thinks he has an easier time keeping the confidence of his men without having to be on guard at all hours, confides in no one, except perhaps Boyce's martinis. Morgan wonders if that's simply the price of command, but it hardly seems appropriate to ask what McCoy's captain is like, at least in so many words.
She needs to stop dwelling on Christopher's situation. She brushes her hair off her shoulders, an unconscious mirror of trying to shed the weight of thoughts, and smiles. It's small, not forced but oddly decisive.]
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Some people take it harder than others. The Captain, for all she thinks he has an easier time keeping the confidence of his men without having to be on guard at all hours, confides in no one, except perhaps Boyce's martinis. Morgan wonders if that's simply the price of command, but it hardly seems appropriate to ask what McCoy's captain is like, at least in so many words.
She needs to stop dwelling on Christopher's situation. She brushes her hair off her shoulders, an unconscious mirror of trying to shed the weight of thoughts, and smiles. It's small, not forced but oddly decisive.]
So, what's worth seeing on this side of reality?