First Contact

Lorca must play at being chatty. It will give him space to observe her, put some distance between them. So he shares. Folksy little tidbits of his life, his philosophies.

Bullshit.

She's disappointingly simple. Just another flimsy product of her Federation. Unguarded, vulnerable. Confusion shows too easily between her brows, on her soft, frowning lips. His Michael had known better. Confusion made her furious; she lashed out with both fists to drive it away.

He thinks this is a failed experiment. He thinks he'll throw her back.

Then:

"Captain, what am I doing on this ship?"