::at nod, sits back, already formulating another argument to present to captainchakotay
There's no guarantee that Voyager would be capable of supporting the drive, of course. Titan and her successors are far more advanced.
So if she couldn't, they were just going to shake hands, give a 'nice seeing you', and blaze off home ahead of us?
Thought that counts, I guess.
I'm certain every effort would be made. Even if redressing your ship with slipstream weren't an option, there are other upgrades that undoubtedly would work and give you a better hand without demanding unnecessary risk.
It might be worth the wait.
Well, all things considered, I'm not really in any hurry to get home, and the safety of the crew has always come first for me, so...I'll sure as hell try to convince Chakotay to hold off.
It might also help if Titan opened some official lines of communication, instead of me having to rely on ferreted information from personal sources. I'm sure you can see to that much.
::glances to door when chime sounds, then back to screen::
Look, I have to go.
::manages thin smile, though mind is already on other matters...namely, confronting colleagues about more than one issue::
Any time, son.
::blinks, jarred by absently optimistic words::
And Thomas...take care.
Oh, don't worry, I've made it this far. And I'm in good hands.
We'll talk later, Dad.
::waits for last nod of acknowledgment to dim screen, pushing chair back and rising before melancholy can set in::
::raises brow at both secured door...a rarity...and unmistakably faux cheer in his tone::
I can return later if you prefer.
::meets querying blue eyes, finally catching the implied concern::
Oh, no, no. I've been waiting on you.
Actually, I just took advantage of the free time to call home.
::hitches brow higher
, well aware that such contact is typically only the result of prolonged prodding on captainchakotay
Astrometrics is fully functional.
It was more a...personal...call.
I was talking to my father.
::moves from stance just beyond door, circling desk to take in terminal::
Everything would appear to be intact, so am I to assume it went well?
It was a start, let's put it that way. And not a word to Linnis, I can't take ribbing from both of you.
::checks chronometer again, offering a cajoling grin::
Looks like we're just in time for lunch. You must be starving...and I hear Neelix won't be back behind the counter until dinner.
I'm aware. The Ensigns Delaney were busy comparing today's offerings to their mother's cooking.
They found it surprisingly on par.
::moves again, circling chair and coming to halt scarce inches from companion::
I see that my own efforts in the kitchen tonight will have to be doubled.
::laughs, maybe just a little warily::
You've got too much of a competitive streak, anyone ever tell you that?
No, didn't think so.
::crooks arm, relieved when she at least accepts it::
You can cook for me any time you like and I won't have trouble swallowing a single bite, but you shoudn't have to cook for me all the time. You're much too brilliant to be stuck in a kitchen.
I don't know about elsewhere, though...
::shakes off what could be very distracting fantasy drift::
I should warn you, though, you might want to hold your nose...