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Ragel-tor (closed)
The best place Spock could think of which would allow Lieutenant Uhura some measure of privacy and the ability to rest, was his own room.
Even on the Enterprise, his quarters had been spartan. Here, there was even less. But it was quiet, and private. It would serve.
"I have been here approximately one month," he explained simply. "I am still growing accustomed to the ship and her environs."
*Ragel-tor = a chance meeting; to be present at someone's arrival.
Even on the Enterprise, his quarters had been spartan. Here, there was even less. But it was quiet, and private. It would serve.
"I have been here approximately one month," he explained simply. "I am still growing accustomed to the ship and her environs."
*Ragel-tor = a chance meeting; to be present at someone's arrival.
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She blinked, feeling disconnected at best.
"It seems like this is a very large ship," Uhura said after a moment of contemplation as she stood just inside the door. "The humidity is strange, but bearable. I think. I prefer the air drier." The corners of her lips twitched and she wasn't sure if she wanted to laugh or cry.
"We are," she said slowly, "so very far from home, Spock."
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