Naming Gul Vorlem

"A fair point, maybe we should just meet at the holosuite later," he said.

"I mean...it's not unheard of," T'Pren reasoned with a touch of hope in her voice. "For a Captain to dine with one of his staff." She tilted her head as she came up with a counter argument. "But we wouldn't be able to really talk, would we."

After a moment's thought, she gave Rai a coy smile, her back to the door. "I'm technically off duty already. I'll grab one for us." And then a thought occurred to her and her face fell, turning a guilty green.

"You should know," she confessed, lowering her voice, "that Tal'Ara asked me today if there was something going on. I...I think I threw her off? It's so hard to tell with her. But I told her the truth. I just...omitted parts of it. I told her that sometimes telepaths need other telepaths as an anchor."

"Let's talk about it when we're off," he said.

T'Pren flushed and nodded grimly. "Holosuites? Or quarters?"

"The Holosuites," he said.

"I'll get one for us," T'Pren repeated, still standing at attention for everyone who happened to pass by or look inside. "Dismissed?" she asked gently.

"Yes, dismissed," he said. He turned to his work and focused.