She frowns. She takes in the view of the junior officers. Strangers - and the uniforms...
Her eyes move off the officers (and their phasers) and focuses on Captain Picard's face. His hazel eyes are boring into her and his lips are nearly bloodless. He looks...horrified? With her?
It's making her feel disgustingly small. And he just used her first name. He doesn't do that except privately or, maybe, in front of only the closest of senior officers. She doesn't understand what's going on, but whatever is going on she'll get through it; assuring her Captain that she's not something he needs to concern himself with.
She pushes away the shock at his appearance, her physical pain, and anything else that would get in the way of what she'll say next. Squaring her shoulders, she replies.
"Lieutenant Tasha Yar, reporting for duty, sir." There's a pause and confusion creeps into her voice. "Status report?"
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Her eyes move off the officers (and their phasers) and focuses on Captain Picard's face. His hazel eyes are boring into her and his lips are nearly bloodless. He looks...horrified? With her?
It's making her feel disgustingly small. And he just used her first name. He doesn't do that except privately or, maybe, in front of only the closest of senior officers. She doesn't understand what's going on, but whatever is going on she'll get through it; assuring her Captain that she's not something he needs to concern himself with.
She pushes away the shock at his appearance, her physical pain, and anything else that would get in the way of what she'll say next. Squaring her shoulders, she replies.
"Lieutenant Tasha Yar, reporting for duty, sir." There's a pause and confusion creeps into her voice. "Status report?"