Gaila stops, jerks herself up, stares with suddenly narrow blue eyes. There's hope on her face, but only briefly. What replaces it is confusion, edged with disappointment.
Wrong age.
Wrong eyes.
But...
"Jim?"
No, no, that sounds too forlorn, so Gaila tries again. "Jim Kirk?"
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Gaila stops, jerks herself up, stares with suddenly narrow blue eyes. There's hope on her face, but only briefly. What replaces it is confusion, edged with disappointment.
Wrong age.
Wrong eyes.
But...
"Jim?"
No, no, that sounds too forlorn, so Gaila tries again. "Jim Kirk?"