A nod, a pursing of her lips. "Yours is the first Federation signal I've picked up since--" Being beamed away from the Relativity and back to the 24th Century. Not... here. Wherever here was. She couldn't share those details with him, of course. Temporal Prime Directive. "--departing. Had I known transporters were going to drop me off here, I would've insisted upon taking a shuttle."
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