[He watches her a moment, the general heat and ache that's pounded him days easing as he instead hurts for her. As he remembers what a real Captain is meant to do.]

No, I don't think that's right.

[He shifts in his chair, straightening, as he meets her eyes across the table and holds steady.]

We've already made so much progress - getting the bridge opened, finding out about the drive, hell, getting the replicators closer to making actual food. So maybe there's two sides at work here, one that wants us to and one that doesn't, or maybe we're just that damn good.