They wouldn't let her wear the uniform or her own shirt, which had been burned by the phase pistol. Instead they gave her a tee shirt, which they said would not cause an anachronism. It didn't even have an Enterprise armpatch on the sleeve.
She could have spent hours exploring the intricacies of the space suit, but it was T'Pol who snapped her harness into place. During your spacewalk you will remain between the captain and myself.'
There was no sense in arguing with T'Pol, and Stazi was really too intimidated by the Vulcan to be nervous during her few moments in space. Besides, it gave her a legitimate reason to hold Archer's hand. Even though he suddenly seemed to have turned into the evil twin. With the other hand she clutched her bag close to her chest, afraid that it might fall open and lose all its precious contents.
T'Pol led the way to the transportation room. The temporal field hung like an oil rainbow in the air at the end of the chamber. I will have fifty two seconds in which to change the setting to send Ms Zimmer...'
Cochrane,' Stazi corrected as she fought unsuccessfully with the yoke harness of her suit.
Fifty two seconds to change the setting, return Ms Cochrane to her own time, and then return the setting to its original configuration to avoid initiating the self destruct sequence. This will not be an opportunity for the human game of protracted farewells. I am about to initiate the procedure.'
Archer undid the harness, lifted the yoke over Stazi's head, helped her out of her spacesuit and held her for a long moment.
Fifty two seconds,' said the Vulcan, her hands flew about the control panel in front of her.
Feeling as if her soul was being torn in half, Stazi stepped onto the transportation platform and the field surrounded her, making her vision shimmer like tears.
Promise you'll call,' she said. And her voice echoed about the chamber for seconds after she was gone. Archer gathered her empty spacesuit up in his arms and carried it back to Enterprise.