[ uhura glances up from her starfleet communicator (trying to get it to work has, so far, been one useless attempt after another, but trying's better than doing nothing) and at the woman, who is wearing a starfleet uniform herself. it's unlike any version uhura's familiar with, but the insignia is unmistakable. ]
So are you. [ and she comes over to the woman, pocketing her communicator as she moves. ] What's your stardate?
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So are you. [ and she comes over to the woman, pocketing her communicator as she moves. ] What's your stardate?