003 | [Voice]

[with_discipline]

I find myself wanting pecan pie.

There is a certain frustration in waiting. I recall mention of a library aboard; does it contain historical texts from the various universes occupants are from?

Comments

[nomoreleftshoe.livejournal.com]

[Sympathetically:] I'm sorry. That must have been... really hard.

[with_discipline]

It was more difficult for others.

[nomoreleftshoe.livejournal.com]

[Rustling as Sam nods and he pauses as his more empathetic side gets the best of him.]

Do you want to talk about it?

[with_discipline]

[She's putting some distance in her voice. She's Vulcan, and even if she doesn't always act as she should, this isn't something she wants to compromise on.]

Seven million Humans died. A friend's sister was among them. There is nothing more to discuss.

[nomoreleftshoe.livejournal.com]

[A little surprised, but not in a passive-aggressive manner:] Yeah. I can see that. Sorry.

[with_discipline]

Thank you. It was a tragedy; there will always be tragedies.

[nomoreleftshoe.livejournal.com]

Yeah. No problem.

Just let me know if you need anything, T'Pol.

[with_discipline]

And you, Sam.