She squints at him. The emotion seems real enough; no matter who he is, he believes he is Merlin, and that he knew the King of mythical Camelot. But it couldn't be possible. Even with Q's abilities, there are a hundred reasons why this couldn't be possible.

She folds her arms across her chest, leaning back against her desk. "This isn't usually the sort of exam I give sickbay applicants. However..."

She sighs and straightens up, pulling a tricorder from her coat pocket.

"I have been asked to do stranger things. How exactly do you intend to show me?" she asks cautiously. And then adds after a pause: "Rulduvian silk. I saw a bolt of it once, in a pale blue color that almost seemed to glimmer in the light, but the price was too rich for my blood. Still, I've never seen anything quite like it since."