A/N: I would normally post this Sunday, but I am going to be away all day. I would also like to say Happy Birthday Smoothie, I love ya, Rivs.

Hope you are all enjoying this story...It is surprising me as I write it. Things I am trying to do my characters are like...Nope not gonna. So, you may know better than I how things are going. Much love!

Tilly came out of the bathroom in her Starfleet issued pajamas tying her hair up as she walked, "Tonight was awkward. Dinner was awkward. The tour was awkward." She said walking toward her side of their shared bed.

Saru was already in bed with the sheet pulled up to his neck. "They all have their unique personalities, that is apparent."

"I promise you that Sorak looks a lot like my best friends' father. He sounds a little like him too…" she paused trying to bring Sarek to mind, " I think Sorak is a little more…" she waved her hands around her face, "Pointy. If that makes sense." She turned to Saru.

"Pointy?" he replied with a wide grin.

Tilly shrugged, "Are you...cold?" You are doing the most over on your side of the bed." she grinned at him. Leaning over she pretended to try to peek under the sheet "Do you have a turtleneck on...how many pants are you wearing?"

Saru blushed, hot and fast, "I just.."

"I'm teasing." she said, giving him a big smile, "I appreciate you aren't sleeping nude, but you haven't acted lecherous so a normal amount of clothes is plenty."

"I will remember that." He said, letting the sheet down a little, "Actually, would it bother you if I went for a night walk?"

Tilly rolled over on her side and rested her cheek on her hand, "You know we aren't actually married. You are here to do what you do."

Saru gave her a half smile, "I would like to say, we are in the same room. I just wanted to be...considerate of you and your sleeping needs."

"Jonas, I once slept through a red alert and three decks being depressurized into space. You aren't going to bother me." She rolled on her back, staring up at the ceiling, "Just don't get eaten by those vorpasehlats or whatever they were. I thought a regular Sehlat was scary. Those are really scary."

"You mean the norsehlat?" Saru said, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, "Yes, they look like...a wolf and a bear melded into one."

Tilly was twirling her hair around her finger, "Is there a Mrs. Jonas?" she asked abruptly.

"No." Saru said, "Didn't we discuss this?" He was very uncomfortable lying to her. He wanted to tell her everything so bad it hurt him physically.

"Did we?" Tilly replied, her brows furrowing, "I think I would remember. But...I'm not with anyone either."

Saru's eyes widened. He was grateful that as he put on his shoes he wasn't looking at her. Was she flirting with him? Or was she just asking normal human questions? "Huh." he said out loud. Perhaps this was how two humans were with each other one on one.

Tilly stretched and yawned, "I'm going to read for a bit so goodnight if I am asleep when you get back."

"Goodnight," he said softly, glancing back at her. She wasn't going to read. Her eyes looked too sleepy. With a grin he stood and walked out the back door of their room and out into the night.

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Surek finally got enough data signal to get the written news to upload to his link. "I am going to my room, Sorak." He said standing from the chair in the common living area, "The other day when I went to pick you up I heard on the news a story about an explosion. I have not been able to find out anything more."

Sokal looked up from his own reading, "Logic extremists." he said flatly, "A building in Shir'Kahr." he motioned for Surek to hand over his link, which he did, "They targeted a company that employed…"

Surek audibly gasped as a picture of Kendra came up in the feed. He was instantly remorseful for the blatant display of emotion, "Forgive me, Sokal." he said, steadying himself. "I am...I must go meditate."

The edges of Sokal's lips turned downward, "Did you know her?"

Surek swallowed hard, "She lived in my building, just above me. Her name was, Kendra, and though I did not know her well, I believed she was an admirable woman."

Sokal looked down at his own reading. He had to suppress some strong, and complex emotions. When he looked back up, Surek was gone-he presumed into his room for his own meditations. He tapped his data padd on his knee lightly. Should he, or anyone be bothered, if Surek-a man with no clan-mated with a human? His father would say that taking a human mate brought the IDIC to life, allowing for growth for both races. His mother left to pursue a monastic lifestyle at the ancient temple of P'Jemm, which she helped restore to it's original beauty. He doubted, as someone who adhered to more traditional values, she would be as agreeable to that life.

Then there was the human-he could not say or even think her name-who would be dead in five days. He was guilty by association and by omission. Did she deserve death for the sin of drawing breath, inconveniently, on a planet she did not even choose.

Sorak was so lost in his thoughts he did not realize Tilly was standing in front of him until she spoke. He jerked his head upward.

"Sorry if I startled you." Tilly said, with a warm smile, "I came up to get some of that plant milk, Theda said would help with sleep."

His eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes asked what that had to do with him. He wasn't sure if she could read his facial language, but since she sat down with a tall cup of it in front of him, he very much doubted it. Human women were so invasive.

"You look like someone I knew. A great Vulcan man, adopted father of my best friend."

He sighed and raised a casual eyebrow, "Who would that be?"

"Sarek." She said swirling the milk in her glass, "It's really kind of wild. Are you from his family?"

"No." Sorak said, genuinely surprised, "You knew him?"

"Not well. Michael and I rescued him from a ship explosion not long after she and I first met. Some logic extremists blew up his shuttle on the way to a peace conference with Klingons." She took a sip and then grinned after, "He was a good man."

"Are you implying that I am a good man because I look like him, or that I am like him?" He said sitting up a little straighter.

Tilly chuckled, "No, but I bet you are a good man. It seems like you vulcans, for the most part, are like...space angels and saints. You all seem to have this superhuman might that when you do something the rest of the universe stands in awe. Coming from this inhospitable planet, I can see why." she downed her milk in a few swallows, "You had to be better than everyone to survive. I have another friend like that, his name is Saru. Yes," she said with a broad smile, "A superhuman might that is silent, while at the same time commanding." She nodded to him, no longer really talking so much about him, as she was Saru, but Sorak wouldn't know that.

Sorak wanted to be a great man, and as he sat alone in the dark, he was not sure which path that meant.

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Saru wandered carefully around the pins and paddox of the deceptively large compound. The intensity if the stares he could feel would have sent his ganglia into a dance, if he still had it. Almost every animal here could make short work of killing a humanoid. It amused him that a small human female controlled the entire place, and the animals treated her with-for lack of a better phrase-due respect.

When she gave them the tour of the compound earlier in the day, it was clear some of these beasts held her with some affection or at the minimum respect. He didn't want to humanize these creatures, but he couldn't help drawing some comparison. Especially, when he saw her scruff the ears of an injured sehlat she said the tribal vulcans had been trapped in an avalanche and brought to her. It rolled to its side and cooed like some kind of milk fed pup.

He wondered, as he moved silently through the compound, if that particular thing he saw in her was the result of some genetic enhancement or simply a wisdom learned from years of working with the beasts. The other thing he wondered was, what could he do to protect her? That was part of his mission as well. Not just to determine if she was an augment, but also to keep the extremists from killing her. She had animals, a shield, and wild vulcans the like no off worlder would understand. Then she also seemed to have some formidable strength of her own. Though all the muscle in the world wouldn't do much against some kind of tritanium explosion.

Then there was the matter of how an extremist might get to this compound. The two vulcans were suspect, of course, and at least in his time there was precedent with a suicide bombing style attack. So he noted that he would have to investigate them both.

Just as he reached the almost farthest part of the compound he saw the gentle yellow glow coming from around the corner in a freshly hewn cave Theda had shown them earlier. She said it was to be a breeding enclosure for the norsehlats, who were endangered in the northern regions of Ni'Var.

Saru moved closer, as silently as he could. He could see a shadow passing back and forth in front of the light, and he wanted to see what she was doing as candidly as possible. He made it to the door, and peeked around the corner.

Theda was in shorts and a tank top, which only served to put emphasis on the fact she was in tremendous shape, especially for a human female of almost forty. Near that age, at least in unaltered female genetics, the hormonal changes tend to make the women softer, and their muscle mass shrinks. This was not the case. The other thing he noticed was a silver metal band around her ankle. Was it a tracking device, some kind identifier to help track her, like some humanoids put on cattle or pets?

He wasn't going to find that or anything more personal out unless he asked, so he stepped forward into the light, clearing his throat, "Excuse me, do you need any help?"

Theda did not jump at his voice, but did turn and wipe sweat off her brow with her arm, "I wondered when you were going to come out from your hiding place and say something." There was nothing accusatory in her voice so Saru smiled wide enough to show the top row of his teeth.

"I debated on bothering you. I can't sleep, so I went for a walk." when he entered the cave deeper he saw that she was stone working some areas for breeding and whelping litters. "Can I aid you in some way?"

She put down a stone she was carrying, clapping her hands together she released a cloud of chalk, "Please, I hope you do not take offense at this, but….you do not look sturdy enough to help, and seeing you in what I assume are your pajamas, doesn't inspire a lot of confidence."

Saru blushed hotly. Even though this wasn't his body, not really, it did embarrass him that he forgot to put clothes on before engaging. "It's genetic." he said, with a shrug, "Put me to the test, because I am much stronger than I look."

Theda put her fists on her hips and cocked her head, "In the corner is a pair of overalls that will fit you. Put those on and we'll see how you do." She bent backwards, cracking her back and taking the time to get some water out of her canteen.

"What is that silver band on your ankle?" Sarus said slipping into the clothes he had been offered.

She momentarily looked confused, "Oh, yes. I forget it's there. It's a programmable matter safety harness. I often have to climb up to fix the shield and deflector dishes. In times like it is now, if one of the dishes glitches, you don't have time to get on a harness. You have to get up there or animals and humanoids may die. This is controlled by the ring on my finger." she held up her hand to show the small silver ring on her pinky, "

Saru rejoined her, "What a clever piece of technology."

"Thank you." She replied as she looked him over again, "Ok, I have the different rocks we are going to build the whelping station with. They aren't square, they are all natural shapes because the norse sehalt likes to whelp in crater like places, we are building an artificial crater shape with the natural rock. " she pointed to the clay/grout mix she had mixing in the corner, "It should be ready by now, if you could bring it here."

Saru nodded, and did as he was asked as she gathered more stones to begin the form. "Why didn't you leave this for us tomorrow?" Saru asked, unhooking the tumbler.

"Oh, there will be plenty of work for tomorrow, Mr. Jones. I wanted to start this, because there are very specific ways the rock needs laid to start, or the norsehlat will reject the den. Plus, it's much cooler to do the heavy work in the evening."

Saru nodded, "I suppose you are correct at that. It's good to know you aren't a glutton for punishment."

She raised an eyebrow, "I wouldn't go that far." and she winked.

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Several hours later, Theda held up a hand as if to say she needed a break. She was pouring sweat, and he was also exhausted. "You are much handier than you look, Mr. Jones." she said wiping her hands on her shorts for the hundredth time and taking a long draft from her canteen.

"You are just as strong as you look," Saru said, taking the canteen when she offered.

"Thank you. The Forge tends to swallow up all things that aren't, so it's fortunate I have some fight." She appraised their creation, "We got a lot further than I expected tonight."

"I am impressed, but you have to promise me something."

Theda turned to him, "What is that?"

"Let this be our project, together. I started this, and I want to see it through. There is something rather, cathartic about this labor."

Theda smiled brightly, a smile that touched her whole face, "So shall it be."

"Forgive me, if this offends, but...your smile is lovely."

Theda looked away, "Thank you, but I shouldn't."

"Why? You are human and humans smile."

"So I have been told. It's just that, with respect to the culture I grew up in, I shouldn't be so cavalier with my facial expressions."

"Now that the Federation is bringing Ni'Var back into the fold, do you think you will visit your native planet?" Saru asked before taking a deep swig of the water and passing it to her.

"I...don't know. I have some files from my birth parents, and some of the indigenous music from the planet going back many hundred years. I can't help but think that this place IS my actual home though. I can't imagine water falling from the sky, or the seas…" she shook her head, "I think I am content here."

"Keep the option open, you never know." He leaned back, "I should clean up and go to bed."

"We both should." and then coughed, "Not at the same time, of course."

Saru chuckled, "My wife wouldn't be happy if we did."

"Good." She said getting up from the rock, "A good wife should be protective of her mate against unscrupulous females."

"Vulcan teaching?"

"Romulan." Theda said with a hint of a grin.

"Ah!"

"From now on, I will come get you to work on this. Walking through the compound at night is not wise. I do well to contain all the beasts, but nothing is foolproof."

"Very well then, tomorrow evening." Saru said, noting that she was walking him back to the guest house.

"I would not make promises, until you know how you will wake up and feel after these few hours of work."

"I will be there." Saru said, firmly, like making a vow. He knew that this was a perfect opportunity to both protect her and study her further.

She nodded, and just as they approached the guest house she nodded to him, "Sleep well."

Before he could reply, she was gone in one of the heavy shadows of the darkest part of the night.

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Theda had just cleaned up and put her night robes on when she saw a male form approaching her door. She wasn't overly concerned, as she doubted someone-anyone-with diabolical intentions would calmly approach the front door. "Come in," she said, "It's unlocked."

Sokal blinked, he looked around for some surveillance device and saw nothing.

"I can see you, just come in." Theda repeated, and put some water on for night tea. "I take it you can't sleep either." She turned and saw it was the new Vulcan, "The magnetic nature of the storm sometimes throws off the sleep cycle, especially when it hits the shield." She explained. "I will make you some tea."

"You assume my reason for coming to you in the middle of the night is for tea and insomnia?" Sokal asked, placing his hands behind his back and standing straighter as he approached her small kitchen area.

Theda stopped spooning tea into the press and looked at him, "Yes." she said plainly, "Am I incorrect?"

The answer was a great deal more complicated than what he could truly say. The fact that her assumption was so innocent almost unnerved him. "You aren't completely correct." he stated honestly, since there was no logic in lying, "I am having insomnia, and difficulty in my meditations because of the magnetic field. That is correct. I did not, however, assume you had something to fix the circumstance."

"Then why are you here?" Theda asked as she poured hot water into the tea press, "I did some research on you after you arrived, you are not known for your pro-non-vulcan stances. You aren't, as far as I could see, a radical, but the company you work with tends to be."

He cocked his head slightly, "Perhaps I am here to see if you can change my mind about humanity."

It was her turn to raise both eyebrows, "There are two perfectly good, and probably better humans than myself where you are staying."

"They do not live on my home planet," Sorak said, in a smooth mellifluous voice as he finally made eye contact with her.

Theda held his gaze, "I am a very simple and very open book, Osu Sokal. I work hard. I stay here on this compound. I ask nothing from Ni'Var and give all that I am. What more do you need to know?"

He looked at the tea, and pointed, "It's finished. If you leave it in the press longer than that it will bruise the flavor."

"Thank you." She said, also looking from him, to pour the two cups of tea. She made sure not to hand or scoot the tea to him, allowing him to take it of his own accord.

He watched her intently. He examined how every part of her moved, from the twitch of a muscle on her shoulder that had been overworked, to the focused way she poured tea that made sure she did not waste a drop. "Your shoulder hurts." he stated, having observed the twitch and the not.

"I suppose it does." she replied picking up her own tea.

"You will not offer me the cup?" He said motioning to the tea.

"I don't know you that well, and given what I suspect," she looked him up and down, "I am sure it would be rejected.

He picked up the cup, but made no further comment on the tea, "I can use neuropressure to alleviate your shoulder pain."

"So can Dr. Surek." She said without hesitation. "Why are you really here?" she asked calmly and quietly.

"Do you mean here as in your compound, or here standing in front of you now?"

"Is there a difference?"

"A very large one." Sokal said, taking a sip of the tea.

"Both."

"I am here, at the compound, to aid you in fixing machinery. My employer has sent me." Sokal said, honestly.

"Which confuses me." Theda interjected, "Since the head of the company you work for has been very vocal about opposing any extraterrestrial living on Ni'Var, including the Romulans."

Sokal walked around the table, "I am here before you, " he continued as if she had not just made a point, "Because I want to know who and what you are."

Theda turned away and blinked. There was something dangerous about him that she could not put her finger on, but the way he said that made her stomach twinge pleasurably, which was highly uncomfortable. "You can know that as you work with me."

"I could not, however, know you make an excellent tea blend by working with you." he retorted, placing the empty cup on the counter in front of her. "Do I make you nervous?" he asked, really wanting to know.

She turned to him and made eye contact again, "I work with the most dangerous animals on your planet, you do not have what it takes to make me emotional, especially nervous."

He nodded once, thinking he wished he could say the same with brash confidence. Of course, he would suppress it, push it down until there was no hint of it in his mind. He stood a bit straighter, as he placed his hands behind his back, "That is agreeable. Then I will come again tomorrow and we will speak." he nodded, and strode out her door with no further discussion.

She frowned hard enough that her eyebrows furrowed.

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Saru was laying on his back, he felt cozy and warm, as the light from the windows crept across the room. He let a content sigh, and then registered an unfamiliar weight on his chest. Looking down, he saw nothing but a great mass of wild red ringlet curls. As he woke up, he could feel that at some point in the night Tilly had entwined herself in his limbs. Her head was on his chest, her arm was propping up his neck, and her legs were knotted up with his leg. She was treating him like a full body pillow. Nobody had ever been so familiar with him, he found it comforting, endearing, and desirable. His long thin arms moved slowly, embracing her in return, but in such a soft way it would not wake her. He then placed his cheek in the mass of her curls, resting it with a tender touch on the top of her head.

The movement made her groan, and move closer, "Mmmmmmsaru...ermmm."

His eyes snapped open. What did she just say? That had to be a sleep slur, and not actual words, or his name. He felt his heartbeat with abandon in his chest. He had not felt this kind of fear rush since going through his Vahar'ai. Did she know? Was she awake? Was that some kind of twisted imagination on his behalf? He swallowed thick and slow. "Tilly?" he eked out.

Nothing.

"Tilly?" he said again, a little stronger. Then, "Tilly," Stronger still, this time gently squeezing her.

"Mmmmm." she moaned, returning his squeeze, "Morning." she said, muffled into his chest.

It was then that Saru felt her stiffen, "Am I cuddling you?" she asked.

He wanted to be diplomatic, "I think we are cuddling each other, if I am to be technical."

She giggled into his chest, "Sometimes, you sound like someone...I care a lot about." She stretched from her toes to her neck and rolled away. Saru instantly regretted the loss of her warmth, but found it intriguing that her scent lingered on him like perfume.

"I-I thought you said you were not attached."

She swung her feet over the bed, and stretched, "I'm not, it's just…" she got up and started padding over the bathroom, "It's nothing," she finished, tossing him a quick grin before disappearing into the bathroom.

Saru was starting to get the strange impression that Sylvia Tilly had a secret crush on him. Not him as a human, but him as himself. That was unexpected. Never did he ever think she, or really any non-kelpian would develop romantic feelings for him.

She came out, now dressed and her hair in a bun, "We have to go cook breakfast." she said with a freshly brushed smile, "I will go cover for you, take your time."

Saru nodded, "Thank you," he got up and padded over to the bathroom, "Tilly, can I ask a question?"

"Sure." she said pausing at the first step.

"Who is Saru to you?"

Her jaw dropped, "That's a complicated question before breakfast. How about I check you later with that?"

He nodded yes, "Very well."

"Thanks."

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Tilly came up the stairs and stopped dead in her tracks. She had come around the corner straight into something she wanted to giggle at. The two vulcans, Surek and Sorak, had aprons on and gloves and were dutifully chopping and cutting vegetables. Tilly did not feel prepared for that scene. She guessed, through Michael, and her limited experience with Vulcans they were like marble statues to her. They were overwhelmingly larger than life, motionless, cold, and unreachable. They were not, in her mind, an apron wearing root cookers. It was silly of her, she knew. Vulcans were like any other species with normal domestic lives, but it shocked her to see. She came forward, "I'm sorry we are late."

Surek shook his head, "You are not late. We are early."

Sokal elaborated, "You do not know how to cook vegetation native to our world. We thought it best if you set the table and clean the dishes."

"Oh, so you are saying we don't know how to cook." She said with mock indignation, "Well, I am not going to argue with that. You have yourself a deal." With a nod she went to the dirty dishes and began loading the sonic sanitizer. "What are we having for breakfast?"

"Plomeek," Surek answered, "My recipe."

Tilly tried to hide her disappointment. Of course it was plomeek, what was she expecting, bacon and eggs with pancakes? It was Vulcan, not Risa.

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The breakfast passed by very quietly, as vulcans did not speak during meals. Afterward, when Tilly was cleaning up, Theda spoke up, "Doctor, I know I don't have to tell you what to do. I have the vetting area clean and sanitized to your needs. Will you need any aid today?"

"No, I would prefer to work today alone. I will summon you if required. Though, I believe today I will be preparing for the rest of the week."

Theda nodded, "Very well." she looked at Sorak, "My request for you is simple. Start from the front of the compound and go through all of the electrical and mechanical systems. Everything I have can use some repair or aid. Tilly will aid you daily, until mid-meal, as she is human and unused to the heat of the day, I will take her to the deep caves to do her research."

Sorak nodded.

"Mr. Jones, you will aid me in the work we began last night. Today we will be placing power, water, and less labor intensive things, until after the last meal." She stood, "I have canteens of water for the humans." she motioned to the door where three flasks of water sat on a side table. "If anyone needs anything, there is a red button in each area and enclosure, press that and speak. It will summon me." She nodded and grabbed the water, handing it to Tilly and Saru.

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Tilly gathered her tools and met her work partner in the back of the property, furthest away from the entry fence. "Hello!" she said with a wave, "What's first?"

"This." Sorak said, pointing at a rather complex machine, with large tanks attached to it.

"Do…" she started and walked around the whole contraption, "We know exactly what this is?"

He raised both eyebrows, "It appears to be a power generator, but there is more to it than that."

Tilly walked around it again, picking up a tube, "Here is a water line condenser. It isn't going to cool a system, it seems to lead to another tank further down the path."

Sorak frowned, "It…" he lifted the lid on one of the tanks, "I see."

"What?" Tilly said, butting in so she could see too. Her nose instantly wrinkled, "That's animal and humanoid waste, and it's fermenting."

"It's a clever device, it uses the waste as fuel to generate power, and then reclaims the moisture for processing. In a closed system, such as this, if you were diligent, your water loss would be negligible, and your fuel free."

"If we could do something like this, only on a massive scale it would help so many remote colonies with energy supply. " she pulled out her, "I don't see any moving parts, but I can see where we could repair some fractures in the tanks. They aren't dangerous, yet, but they have the potential."

"Agreed." Sorak said, grabbing his own tool supply. "I also think we should change the tubing."

"Yes," Tilly said, setting up a hand held shield to use while she was repairing metal fractures.

Sorak paused, "That is a clever idea."

Tilly, still focused, "What is?"

"The personal shield generator."

"Oh, this is my own design. I work a lot with spores, some of which can be toxic when unfiltered. The small shield has saved more than one trip to sick bay."

Sorak's eyebrow raised, "Intriguing."

They both fell silent, working on their specific areas. After several hours, Sorak was done with his part, and stopped to look at Tilly's work. He had expected nothing close to what he got. Her work was admirable. "What do you do on your ship?" he asked softly, inspecting the micro welding, and other improvements she had made.

She stood up, grabbed her canteen and inspected her own work, "I can't tell you that." she said honestly. The spore drive was classified, "At least not specifically. I am a theoretical engineer, who has had to put a lot into practice."

"Your work is." his eyebrows went up to his bangs, "competent."

Tilly chuckled, "You say that like you expected I would be spitting into the sand trying to make glue." she looked at him, "I'm sorry. I just realized, it's been a long time since vulcans and humans mixed. Back before we came here, humans and vulcans worked together a lot. I guess your people have forgotten we have done amazing things together. You forgot we weren't knuckle dragging monkeys."

Sorak blinked, "Knuckle dragging?"

"It refers to a period in our evolution where we were not human or ape, but our arms were long like an ape, where we drug our knuckles on the ground."

"I see." he said with a blink, he turned to collect his tools, "Would you call yourself an average human female?" Sorak asked abruptly.

Tilly's eyebrows furrowed, "No woman wants to think of herself as average, Sorak." she smiled, "I was one of the top theoretical engineers, that's not average, but as for looks." she shrugged, "It depends on your taste in women."

"My...taste?"

"Yeah, what you like. If you like red hair, and awkwardness, I'm your girl. If you want a serious woman, with dark hair, then Theda is your lady." Tilly put the last of her equipment in the bag, "I'm not sure there is an average human woman, Sorak. We are all different."

"Theda is…"

"Now she is really different. I don't know any human that is a touch telepath, male or female." She stood and shouldered her pack, "Let's work on the generators. We have a couple hours before mid-meal and I want to get into it before I am split off."

"Very well," he said, acknowledging her logic was sound. "Do you think she is...not human?"

Tilly shrugged, "Not purely so, unless she is a giant leap forward in human evolution. Humans mixed with betazoids or vulcans often retain the telepathy. So, I'm guessing she may be a hybrid of some sort."

That had not crossed his mind, and he suspected that it had not crossed the mind of the people who wanted to kill her as an example. Surely they had not realized she was in fact a hybrid vulcan. "It is possible." He motioned for her to go ahead. Her words gave him the idea to use the generator power to make contact with the vulcan who sent him. Perhaps, he would stop the explosion, if this new idea came to light.

As they made their way to the main generator, next to Theda's main home, he decided to contact his contact. This may change things drastically.