That happens when one's captain is a workaholic who was already dressed and out the door with her second cup of coffee before he was even conscious.
Perhaps one day she'd shed all these learned tendencies, would stop approaching moments of normalcy like a tactician and do so as a person. Forcing her to act like a person instead of a product of Starfleet was the only good thing to come out of this accursed 'heads down, pips up' policy, even if she was fighting tooth and nail in her own way to cling to any vestiges of her power and authority that she could get her hands on.
Yet, she gave Jim Kirk a phaser and promised him a combadge and tricorder. Of course, that was likely due to the comfortable camaraderie she found in the younger captain's presence, somehow surpassing her subconscious desire to cling to all things future and Federation.
"There's no need to thank me," she said frankly. "I had fun, and being here is out of my control."
And if not for the fact that she knew that underneath that gruff exterior, he was understandably and deeply upset for a myriad of reasons, she would've retreated at that bathtub apology. That was a firm line that had been etched into the bulkheads during the second year of their journey, one that was toed, yet never crossed, and he was stepping dangerously close to with a remark like that. Closer than she had when she'd danced with him at Ginny's birthday party.
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Perhaps one day she'd shed all these learned tendencies, would stop approaching moments of normalcy like a tactician and do so as a person. Forcing her to act like a person instead of a product of Starfleet was the only good thing to come out of this accursed 'heads down, pips up' policy, even if she was fighting tooth and nail in her own way to cling to any vestiges of her power and authority that she could get her hands on.
Yet, she gave Jim Kirk a phaser and promised him a combadge and tricorder. Of course, that was likely due to the comfortable camaraderie she found in the younger captain's presence, somehow surpassing her subconscious desire to cling to all things future and Federation.
"There's no need to thank me," she said frankly. "I had fun, and being here is out of my control."
And if not for the fact that she knew that underneath that gruff exterior, he was understandably and deeply upset for a myriad of reasons, she would've retreated at that bathtub apology. That was a firm line that had been etched into the bulkheads during the second year of their journey, one that was toed, yet never crossed, and he was stepping dangerously close to with a remark like that. Closer than she had when she'd danced with him at Ginny's birthday party.