hormonal imbalance

[warpfairy]

They study Klingon. They work out a sleep schedule. They approach Betazed.

They are two days away from the system when Isabella notices something - troubling.

She takes longer than usual to compose herself that morning, and emerges from the living quarters with carefully measured steps, and avoids eye contact.

"Do you," she asks Lalita quietly, "have the ability to fly this class of ship?"

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[warpfairy]

"Wow," she laughs, shaking her head.

[dream_me_up]

"I like languages."

[warpfairy]

"The fact that I sometimes go online under the pseudonym "polarbear" is of little consequence - though I wouldn't like it spread around - but can I trust that you won't go into my other files?" Isabella asks.

[dream_me_up]

"I kept away from the ones that looked private. I'll try not to daydream on your computer again."

[warpfairy]

"Succeed. Please. Even if you avoid anything with 'diary' in the filename, this is a one-person ship. I'm not usually obliged to be overmuch concerned with security and labeling on things that can only be inspected with physical access to my system."

[dream_me_up]

"I don't think it's going to be that difficult," he says with a shrug. "You got this ship secondhand, right? How long have you had him?"

[warpfairy]

"A couple years. I bought him from a friend of my mother's cousin who married a Starfleet officer and now lives aboard the Drake."

[dream_me_up]

"Did he have another name before? Harley used to be the Eurydice," he adds. "I could never figure out why."

[warpfairy]

"Yes, I have a weakness for Greek mythology. I know it's a common name, but," she shrugs. "He was the Andes. I don't understand the motivation to name ships after geographical features."

[dream_me_up]

He taps his fingertips against his lips again.

Then he says, "Did you know that in the last two years five new planets have built their first warp drives and had their first official contact with the Federation?"

[warpfairy]

"...I do read the news. Yes."

[dream_me_up]

"Almost like somebody's stealing fire from the gods."

[warpfairy]

[dream_me_up]

"So I'll do my best to stay out of your private files," he says wryly.

[warpfairy]

Isabella looks away, hands clasped in her lap.

[dream_me_up]

[warpfairy]

"Thank you. My privacy is important to me."

[dream_me_up]

"I noticed."

[warpfairy]

Isabella sighs, withdrawn.

[dream_me_up]

"I haven't been in your private files," he adds. "I just - notice things."

[warpfairy]

She nods once.

[dream_me_up]

He shrugs.

[warpfairy]

So, awkward uncertain silence, then?

[dream_me_up]

Apparently so!

[warpfairy]

Isabella might as well pick up a book, then.

She'll have time to get lots of read in on her deserted moon, won't she.