"Have you heard?"

Nyota leans into La'an's office like she has dozens of times. Hundreds, perhaps, after almost a decade. Back then she'd offer status updates, inside information from the bridge. These days it's mostly gossip. La'an teaches now; combat training, safety drills. It's better for her sanity not to know what Kirk is doing. Let Pitcairn worry about all that. La'an instructs people they're mortal, how to keep themselves alive. It matters. It's enough. Playing house, Una calls it, but it isn't. It's everything. It's home. Nyota's face says that it's about to shatter.

"They've found Roger Korby."

Oh.