Back at the hairclipped Enterprise. "Since when do we need Vulcan science officers?" Trip asks Cpt. Quantum. "Since we needed their star charts to get to Kronos," Cpt. Quantum tells him. "So we get a few maps and they get to put a spy on our ship?" Trip asks. "Admiral Forrest says we should think of her more as a chaperone," Cpt. Quantum says, unconsciously adopting Trip's drawl. "I thought the whole point of this was to get away from the Vulcans," Trip argues. Cpt. Quantum tells him it's four days to get to Kronos and four days to get home, and then she'll be off their ship and out of their hair. "In the meantime, we're to extend her every courtesy," he finishes, pouring himself something to drink from a stylized thermos -- I think I saw one of those at Starbucks. Geddit? Starbucks, as in Battlestar Galactica? Or maybe it's just me. Trip cracks that he'd feel more comfortable with "Porthos on the bridge," looking over at a corner of the Captain's cramped cabin. A little beagle looks up quizzically at the sound of his name. Awww! Wouldn't it just be the cutest if he's got a tiny space suit to take walks around the outer hull in? Admit it, it would be the cutest. You know, if they took dogs in space back then, how come Janeway left her dogs behind in Voyager? I mean, I can see why she left her fiancé behind -- they just get in the way of holographic romances -- but her dogs? I sure hope it's not foreshadowing something dire in Porthos' future. An electronic doorbell beeps out. "Here we go," Cpt. Quantum tells Trip, who clenches his jaw with anticipated sexual repression. "Come in," the Captain calls out.
Episode Report CardKeckler: B+ | 314 USERS: C+
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