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[When she turns on the feed, the misgivings aren't clear in her expression, but she most certainly feels them. Out of sight, her hands are clenched into fists, white knuckled as she concentrates on control. She keeps it simple.]

This is Lieutenant Commander T'Pol, formerly of the ISS Enterprise, SA-013-8294-VR.

[She's considering leaving at at that - well that and her really intense stare - but she only pauses for a moment before continuing.]

Who rules the Terran Empire?

[She needs to know if the plan worked. She needs to know if the Defiant was destroyed. Needs it in ways she can't describe, because if she died for nothing - if she is trapped here and Archer has taken command of an entire Empire--

No 'then' follows. She knows the logical end, and cannot stomach it.]

( ooc: fourth wall! yay! everyone is welcome, but I'll sell a kidney to anyone bringing mirror!Trek muses! )

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You know, that's actually a tricky question.

I think we would've been much sooner, if I hadn't had my head so far up my ass.

Then again, you may've noticed I'm kind of annoying. Logically, no one should want anything to do with me. So.

[So what was she like, if befriending him was so illogical? A frown pulls at the center of her forehead, one she's not concentrating enough to smooth away.]

And yet you're well received. [Why people like him, she doesn't know.]

More or less. I still field my share of punches, but it's not like I'm not expecting that.

[He's eying that frown, and it's about the only thing that could get him to tone it down a little. He is, after all, well liked for a reason; disliked for other reasons too, but he can pay more attention if he feels like it.]

I can't tell you why T'Pol liked me, other than she knew my brother before she knew me. We kinda come as a set, most of the time. In fact, she probably didn't - it was probably because she liked Sam.

[Her eyes leave his - briefly, to scroll back to Sam's visage. Why, she wonders, why should she care about either of them, what purpose could there have been?

It's with something close to surprise that she remembers one of the last conversations she had with Doctor Phlox: he had failed to read anything useful from the Defiant's databases, limiting himself to historical works of Earth literature. Save Shakesepeare, he had said, they were all soft, emotional things. The same could be said of the people.

The crease between her brow deepens, and this time she does struggle with it.]

Were they in love? [She says it like she's asking about a concept she cannot possibly fathom. Which works, because it's absolutely a concept she cannot fathom.]

[Things that throw Dean off his game a little. His eyebrows nearly hit his hairline.]

Were they i- I don't know, Sam was gone by the time I got there. That Sam. I don't...

You two are definitely a nerdmatch, though. Stay on your toes with that one.