"On my way," Beverly responds. Despite her best effort, her voice shakes. Just slightly, not enough for anyone who doesn't know her to pick out, but for someone who knows her the way he does, even in this timeline and missing most of what she remembers, he'll pick it out. For better or for worse.
She keeps her head held high as she steps off the turbolift and passes through the bridge on her way to the ready room, ignoring everyone else except to give a nod in greeting. She can practically feel the stares from the crew, knowing that they are all wondering about her. Why is she here now? Why did Q bring her? A part of her expects that Jean-Luc already knows about her, that she isn't his CMO, not really, and she shouldn't be here any more than the other people who just winked into existence on board. If not, he's in for a huge shock.
Reaching the ready room, she presses the chime to let him know she's there, waiting until he bids her enter to actually go inside. Two minutes. He must be busy. Well, she won't take up much of his time. Taking a deep breath, she steps inside when given leave to, standing upright, as though expecting for him to give her the same reaction everyone else has. What he'll certainly notice are the changes in her body language. Her entire body is tense and there's a haunted look to her eyes. It's faded since she first arrived, but for someone who knows her, it's still there, tainting her blue eyes alongside a wariness that only drops when the doors slide shut behind her. Despite all the talks she's had, despite seeing people like Fatima again and talking through a few things with Troi, the tension has yet to fully leave her. A lot hinges on this meeting and she's expecting to be declared unfit for duty for now. She wouldn't blame him. Personally, given everything that's happened to her in the last few weeks alone, never mind today, she doesn't particularly feel she's fit for duty right away, either. She'd like to be. Someday. Right now, though, what she needs is time.
She takes a deep breath. "I think you and I both know I'm not supposed to be here," she states, her tone even and calm with that separation of emotion from situation that she's been relying so heavily on lately. For now, she lets those words hang between them, waiting to see which reaction she'll get and what he'll say.
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She keeps her head held high as she steps off the turbolift and passes through the bridge on her way to the ready room, ignoring everyone else except to give a nod in greeting. She can practically feel the stares from the crew, knowing that they are all wondering about her. Why is she here now? Why did Q bring her? A part of her expects that Jean-Luc already knows about her, that she isn't his CMO, not really, and she shouldn't be here any more than the other people who just winked into existence on board. If not, he's in for a huge shock.
Reaching the ready room, she presses the chime to let him know she's there, waiting until he bids her enter to actually go inside. Two minutes. He must be busy. Well, she won't take up much of his time. Taking a deep breath, she steps inside when given leave to, standing upright, as though expecting for him to give her the same reaction everyone else has. What he'll certainly notice are the changes in her body language. Her entire body is tense and there's a haunted look to her eyes. It's faded since she first arrived, but for someone who knows her, it's still there, tainting her blue eyes alongside a wariness that only drops when the doors slide shut behind her. Despite all the talks she's had, despite seeing people like Fatima again and talking through a few things with Troi, the tension has yet to fully leave her. A lot hinges on this meeting and she's expecting to be declared unfit for duty for now. She wouldn't blame him. Personally, given everything that's happened to her in the last few weeks alone, never mind today, she doesn't particularly feel she's fit for duty right away, either. She'd like to be. Someday. Right now, though, what she needs is time.
She takes a deep breath. "I think you and I both know I'm not supposed to be here," she states, her tone even and calm with that separation of emotion from situation that she's been relying so heavily on lately. For now, she lets those words hang between them, waiting to see which reaction she'll get and what he'll say.