[He's never used her first name. The sound of it in Kirk's mouth, on his tongue, is like a splash of ice water on her face, unwelcome and shocking. Uhura would compare it to it being pronounced in a heavy Klingon accent, so foreign to her ears.
She lays her screwdriver down calmly, which is probably scarier than if she slammed it down or thrown it aside. Uhura has always had some measure of control within her, the type of control that had her classmates commenting on how she was untouchable, maybe even a bit of an ice queen, but the fractures are barely being held together right now, duct taped at the very least, and she leans her arms on the edge of the desk, cupping her face in her hands as she breathes once, twice, shakily.
When she speaks, it's from the confines of her hands, words muffled and hollow.]
I don't want to go there right now. Just... please. Just not right now.
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She lays her screwdriver down calmly, which is probably scarier than if she slammed it down or thrown it aside. Uhura has always had some measure of control within her, the type of control that had her classmates commenting on how she was untouchable, maybe even a bit of an ice queen, but the fractures are barely being held together right now, duct taped at the very least, and she leans her arms on the edge of the desk, cupping her face in her hands as she breathes once, twice, shakily.
When she speaks, it's from the confines of her hands, words muffled and hollow.]
I don't want to go there right now. Just... please. Just not right now.