Kirk pauses the lift and turns to me, looking contrite.
I am…trapped and yet grateful for the privacy.
"I, ah…er, appreciate the rescue, Spock." Kirk runs his hand nervously through his hair. "I hope I wasn't…you know, ungrateful."
Ah. The Captain suffers from alcohol induced memory loss. I let Jim, briefly, squirm in discomfort.
My mother was an expert tease.
"What happened on Starbase Twelve…stays on Starbase Twelve." I intone with magisterial resonance.
Kirk blinks, then breaks into a surprised grin and cuffs my shoulder playfully. Surprisingly, his abuse is not objectionable.
"Jim. In the vernacular…'I have your back.' "