Time. This was going to have to be addressed, and there were certain things that were going to have to be shared, unavoidably so. She hated having toe that fine line between what was appropriate and what was forbidden by the Temporal Prime Directive - even more so that this wasn't her first time having to do so.
"Stardate 52861.274, as of the last log entry I made." On November 11th, 2375 at 8:45 in the morning. She hadn't yet calculated how much time had passed between then, the temporal distortions aboard Voyager, leaping into the future, past, and back again, only to end up in this place. "I suspect I'm a little farther ahead than you are, Ensign. Though it's unlikely we would've crossed path if you were properly aligned with me." Which she will get to the details of that at some point.
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"Stardate 52861.274, as of the last log entry I made." On November 11th, 2375 at 8:45 in the morning. She hadn't yet calculated how much time had passed between then, the temporal distortions aboard Voyager, leaping into the future, past, and back again, only to end up in this place. "I suspect I'm a little farther ahead than you are, Ensign. Though it's unlikely we would've crossed path if you were properly aligned with me." Which she will get to the details of that at some point.