"Of course. I intend to speak with the Captain. As for how I knew about Q, I know a lot of things."

Trance saw reality in all its permutations. All possibilities, as real as this, went through her mind constantly. Every action had a new possibility, a new future. How did Trance know? She guessed. She was a good guesser. There were other possibilities of course, and if she had been wrong--well, she'd try again. But Trance was rarely wrong, as casino's often found out very quickly.

"Are we done here? Is there anything else you need of me?"