She stalked into the room, her chin up and defiant. "We need to talk, sir," she said. The "sir" was after a beat. She took a deep breath and moved to stand before his table, where he was working, her hands clasped behind her back.

"It has been some time since my medical examination. I have not yet been added back to the duty roster. I am well aware that you dislike me, sir," she said tightly, "even if in your memory you have not yet had the opportunity to express that sentiment to me in person. I have been displaced in time, yes, and I have been mode younger by an anomaly in space. It was recommended to me that any report I make would be redacted by Temporal Investigations, which means that all that I have standing for me, officially is my record as to this year as you see it. And as far as you are concerned, I am currently in trouble over actions taken in service to Starfleet. From your point of view I have not yet proven myself to you or this ship. I can assure you all I wish that I have proven myself enough times over that I have been permitted my indication of religion and I serve with distinction. I work hard and have proven myself many times over already. I am a good officer, sir, and I should be back on the roster."