[T'Pol nodded once. The idea of failing Captain Archer for a third time was one she didn't want to entertain; he needed them, and Trip was already - indisposed. She wanted to reach out, grab his hand and hold on. His presence was more of a comfort than she wanted to admit even just to herself; her mind felt more at ease with him close.
She didn't know how to begin explaining that to him, though, so she kept her hands firmly in her lap, wringing them.]
Precisely. I - only wanted you to be aware. [Because keeping it to herself felt like too great a task today. She wanted him to be as knowledgeable about the situation as he could be; and if it was to make herself feel better, it was something she was unfamiliar with enough to do.]
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She didn't know how to begin explaining that to him, though, so she kept her hands firmly in her lap, wringing them.]
Precisely. I - only wanted you to be aware. [Because keeping it to herself felt like too great a task today. She wanted him to be as knowledgeable about the situation as he could be; and if it was to make herself feel better, it was something she was unfamiliar with enough to do.]