To call me Lenore. We're off-duty. Good lord. [She rolls her eyes at him and drains the last of her synthehol, setting the empty cup down on her half-eaten tray and then pushing the whole thing to the side so she can rest her elbow on the table surface and her chin in her palm.] You're impossible.
[She gives up trying to explain to him why the CMO needs to know about the weird alien biology of the crew on her ship, knowing she'd have better luck arguing with a brick wall and not wanting to expend the energy any longer. At least, not tonight, not after her horrible drink and especially not when Spock is looking so...tipsy.
There's a green flush high on his cheekbones, and his dark Vulcan eyes are bright and surprisingly human-looking. He looks...approachable.]
Thirty? [That's actually more than she was expecting; somehow she thought he was going to be Jim's age or perhaps even younger, based on the average age of the rest of the crew. Sometimes it feels like it's her and Scotty, the only two adults in a sea of children.] You look younger. How long is your lifespan?
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[She gives up trying to explain to him why the CMO needs to know about the weird alien biology of the crew on her ship, knowing she'd have better luck arguing with a brick wall and not wanting to expend the energy any longer. At least, not tonight, not after her horrible drink and especially not when Spock is looking so...tipsy.
There's a green flush high on his cheekbones, and his dark Vulcan eyes are bright and surprisingly human-looking. He looks...approachable.]
Thirty? [That's actually more than she was expecting; somehow she thought he was going to be Jim's age or perhaps even younger, based on the average age of the rest of the crew. Sometimes it feels like it's her and Scotty, the only two adults in a sea of children.] You look younger. How long is your lifespan?