Alpha shift ends, the first one of this new life, and Nyota and I enter the turbolift in tandem. She does not meet my eyes and turns to stand formally beside me as the doors close.
"Nyota—"
"Commander." She cuts me off abruptly, formally, staring forward.
I reach past her, and stop the lift, locking the door.
She looks up at last, a question in her eyes. "How do we do this?"
I give a slight shrug. "Together." But I quickly realize my presumption.
"Preferably." I add.
She swallows and offers two fingers to me in the Vulcan way.