"No, I, uh," he says, but his words peter out.

He straightens up, blue eyes soft and stunned. Well, if it isn't Beverly Crusher. He'll refrain from asking if she knows just how many teenage fantasies she fueled, because it's really her, in the flesh, and all of a sudden he feels a little warm.

He smiles bashfully, holding out a hand. "John Crichton. Sorry, I ... haven't seen one of the computers up close before now. Didn't mean to break ranks, doctor."