The way Gaila talks about Starfleet is comforting, to say the least. Steph's shoulders come down a bit, and she hadn't even realized she'd had them tensed. She smiles at the other young woman and it's a sweeter thing, nodding with her.

"I think the same about the military," she admits, just a hint of hesitance. That's not a popular opinion in the twenty-first century and Gaila has already responded harshly to calling Starfleet military. "You join up and it's not perfect, but that's why you join up. And then you try."

She smiles and there's that look in her eye, the look of the True Believer, the spirit that can't be kept down, no matter how many knocks it takes. "Like you said, you get it right, or you learn. And you keep trying to get it right."