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Alec is sitting outside his shop, in jeans and a tee-shirt despite the cold, with a bowl of chopped up squares of meat. At least he's not barefoot? Circling him is a small brown dragon, about the length of his arm with a snub nose and jeweled eyes. He fishes out a piece of meat from the bowl and then flicks it into the air.

The piece of meat vanishes after leaving his hands and then the little dragon does too. The meat cube reappears somewhere in the square randomly and the dragon snatching it up just seconds behind it.

It then wings its way back to Alec and trills at him, obviously saying 'again'.

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Her eyebrows shot up. "And exactly how do you know about starships, replicators, and transporters?"

Without missing a beat, Alec says, "One of the doors that open up here occasionally opened up on the Enterprise. That's where Crusher is from, is he not? I poked around a lot."

Yes, that would indeed explain it, and her uniform - not to mention the Starfleet insignia pinned to her chest - was similar enough to Ensign Crusher's that it wouldn't be hard to make that sort of leap. She nods, confirming that.

"We're not from the same ship." Or time period, but no need to toe that fine line between what was alright to say and what wasn't unless absolutely necessary. No need to add more things she was going to have to prep herself for when and if they got back to Earth. The debriefings with Temporal Investigations alone were going to be a nightmare with a capital B for Braxton.

Alec gives Starfleet Temporal Investigations nightmares. They've got a file on him somewhere. Hidden so well that not even Section 31 could find it. It keeps him warm at night knowing these things.

"Well, the uniform is different," Alec says, helpfully confirming her suspicions.

Janeway nods, as if the Federation still operated under a set of rules that allowed for different starships to have uniform and insignia variations. Those days had long passed, but there was no need to offer up details that wouldn't do much to aid in their situation and only give her more to note in her log.

"I'm hoping we can find a way back to them." Because she is not planning on staying, and is as stubbornly determined to get herself and Ensign Crusher back to their ships as much as she is to get Voyager back to the Alpha Quadrant.

Yes. He knows, but he'll keep that to himself.

"You might, eventually. It's not impossible," Alec says. "Some people have managed it. You just have to look for the doorways that occasionally pop up."

"I don't like to place bets on mights. I'm more a fan of will." Confidence might as well be her middle name.

"Unfortunately this is a fickle place. In a way it's almost alive."

Alive. She wasn't sure she liked the sound of that, but it wasn't anything she hadn't encountered before.

"It was nice speaking with you and meeting your friend here, but I must locate one of my officers."

Oh? She's not going to stick around and ask what he means about that. Well, fair enough. He won't get to tell her about the evil forest.

"All right. It was a pleasure to meet you captain. If you ever need anything interesting, you should come into the store and look around."

She no doubt will at a later time, once she's spoken to Ensign Crusher and come up with an appropriate course of action since it seems like they're going to be here a while. Who will, inexperienced and just and young or not, be serving as her second in command while they're stuck in this most unusual predicament.

"I'll certainly keep that in mind."

With a smile and a nod, she was off to do just that.

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