This particular table in the mess was quickly becoming Malcolm's favorite. Never mind that it gave him an excellent view of the ship's communications officer and Chief Medical Officer. Why did he continue in this depraved act of 'signdropping'? It was most improper and he could think of several reasons why it was bad for him--and the people he was signdropping on, of course. Captain Archer would be displeased to know that the guy with his hands all over the ship's weapon's systems was so undisciplined. Alas, Captain Archer was not here and his eyes, his damned eyes, would not respond to reason or pleas for stoicism. How very traitorous of his eyes that they would not close and let him to think of England.
I will eat a little today. I have self-defense class today, I don't want an upset stomach.
Very smart. Do you enjoy the classes?
Yes... She made a face that belied her response.
Phlox would have to be blind not see that.
Yes, but?
The drills are dull.
At least the conversation today was tame, even if she was complaining about the routines that he implemented. It couldn't be helped, most of the people on the ship were more brain than brawn. Their eyes would cross when he attempted to be creative.
Sometimes I like it rough, she signed with a dainty shrug.
It took all his willpower--it decided this was definitely an excellent moment to kick in--to remain expressionless and appear nonplus at his table. England's monarchy would be extraordinarily proud of their servant today as he very forcefully demonstrated his allegiance via mental recitation of their entire lineage.
Phlox smiled, as if he heard Hoshi's complaint frequently and found it rather pedestrian in the scope of humanoid behavior.
Perhaps a personal session with Lieutenant Reed would enhance the exercise. I'm sure he will rise to the occasion. The doctor wiggled his eyebrows.
She tried to keep a straight face, but her cheeks pinked nonetheless. Sitting up straighter, Hoshi managed to sign very evenly, We're already doing target practice together, I don't want to trouble him further.
Malcolm had to shove a spoonful of something into his mouth to prevent himself from shouting on top of the table, 'IT'S NO TROUBLE AT ALL!'
He blinked a few times to get the vehemence of the thought to clear his head, but the train of thoughts kept coming and he realized there were many things Hoshi could ask of him that would be no trouble at all. It was enough to make a man feel underutilized, the things she could ask of him, but didn't! And he was nothing if immensely resourceful!
That afternoon, Hoshi left the self-defense class with a bounce in her step.