T'pol's Perspective:
She had been called from deep meditation to the bridge. An illogical thought crossed her mind as another human passed by in the corridor, that this interruption had better not be for trivial reasons.
Odd, clearly her exposure to these humans was affecting her emotional control. Her telepathic capabilities had always been strong, but she had not as of yet come into physical contact with anyone aboard this ship. Clearly this warranted further study, although in the meantime she would merely expend more time on meditation.
Were she to look closer, the rampant emotions in her mind consisted not only of irritation. However she had already closed that line of thought, and was moving onto currently relevant matters. Such as what warranted her presence on the bridge, T'pol could only hope it was not for ceremonial purposes, interrupting a Vulcan's meditation was not wise, especially in such a pointless endeavor…
Reed's Perspective:
"That's the situation, and we need to know where you and your ship stand on this." Malcom let out a breath he did know he was holding in. In fact, he was painfully aware of the triple shift he was being forced to pull. Technically, he could've gotten a few hours of sleep and just given the shift to a junior officer, but their Cpatain was on that ship, and he'd be damned if they weren't going to get him back. A split second later he realized he'd just thought of Trip as the Captain, well, he was really tired.
Reed's tired eyes came back to meet T'pol's, whose unblinking gaze got topped by an eloquent eyebrow. Right now, he could really go for some of that Vulcan detachment, this whole bloody thing would be a lot easier.
"I can assure you the support of the D'kyr. However we will need access to your main computer."
The request seemed fair enough, he wou-, his mouth shut tight before anything slipped out. He really needed to get some rest.
"For what reason?" He had no intention of actually letting them anywhere near it, but he was interested in whatever cock-and-bull story she was going to give.
"To better asses our placement in this dilemma, and to construct our options accordingly."
Reed sighed, exhaling softly through his nose. That actually was a pretty good reason, but he'd be a fool if he believed she was in it for purely chivalrous reasons.
"I'm sorry, but I can't allow you access to our mainframe, we'll simply have to rely on each other for any necessary tactical information."
Her raised eyebrow was the only response he got, and not for the first time, Reed wished the Commander were here…