I am rescued. Mother's memorial is over.
Kirk approaches and stands too close. He is invading my personal space intentionally to gain my attention.
"Your back's against the wall, I see."
Literally.
He studies me with empathy, as if he understands something which I do not.
We regard each other in silence. I know I have control of my face, but my breathing remains…uneven.
"You get it, right?"
After a moment, I shake my head.
"We're here for you. I am. Your crewmates." The Captain waits for my response.
I look down, considering his words. After a moment, I nod.