"What we're like? Right. Yes. Congratulations, Commander, you're a bigot." She could stay an argue - although it never does any good - or stay, and be icily formal and correct. If she was more in practice at dealing with his kind of attitude, she would. But here, people rarely are this upfront about it, and she's out of practice and she hates, hates, hates talking about what happened at Vulcan. So instead, the next thing Gaila snaps is, "And you can find your own damn way to the temporary living quarters."

There is a side-effect of Orion pheromones that is little known: their emotions can spill out into a room. It's not empathy, it's just that the air starts to taste a little like anger and unease along with the distinctive Orion scent.

That's why she should leave; it's not why she does.

No, Ensign Gaila betIlley turns sharply on her heel in a parade-perfect gesture and stalks off for the simple reason that if she stays any longer, she's going to start to yell.

Admiral Pike would probably be disappointed in her if she did that, and he's not an officer she ever wants to disappoint.