Nyota acknowledges me with a nod. With no trace of hesitation, she continues on her march to her work station. And yet, as she passes, she breaks into a smile: not just surprise, but delight.
Around me, this ship, this great undertaking, this…beautiful Enterprise…hums with life.
I control my demeanor, but my emotions are shouting: yes, yes, yes!
Still ringing in my ears the mad advice, but from an unchallengeable source: Do yourself a favor; do what feels right.
Kirk rises from the Con, and stands. I was unsure of a positive reception.
He smiles unreservedly, welcome in his eyes.