[And now Christine waits, folding her hands in her lap and bouncing her legs: the very picture of nervousness. She takes a deep breath and moves her hands to grip the bottom edge of her chair instead in a white-knuckled hold. What happens if he doesn't believe her once he sees her? Does he have some kind of power she doesn't know about? She took Starfleet's basic combat courses, but she wasn't especially good at them, and if he has laser eyes or something, it won't even matter.
Okay, now she's just freaking herself out. Her arms hug her middle, hands sliding up and down like she's warming herself. Hopefully everything turns out all right, with all her limbs still attached.]
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Okay, now she's just freaking herself out. Her arms hug her middle, hands sliding up and down like she's warming herself. Hopefully everything turns out all right, with all her limbs still attached.]