I cared about someone as much,
he'd have to do more than cancel
a date before I'd get suspicious.
You're right.
I'm sure after this research,
things will be the way they were.
Except that he'll have to deal
with Lt Ogawa.
I was in ops for a half-hour
but I degaussed the deflector dish,
recalibrated the navigation grid
and used internal sensors
to find a lost puppy.
Ops is a different challenge
from tactical.
I can't figure out why I'm being
considered for this assignment.
- I'm a security officer.
- I recommended you.
I'll try not to let you down.
What are they talking about?
Have you ever considered
learning to lip-read?
- Is Worf chewing her out?
- No, he always looks like that.
- Maybe he's giving her pointers.
- Hi, Will.
Ben.
- You call him Will?
- Why not?
He's second-in-command of this ship.
I'm not Starfleet, I'm a civilian.
In here, he wants to be treated
like a civilian.
Riker?
I bet he sleeps in his uniform.
You only think that
because he's your CO.
Right.
He's convinced
Cmdr Riker doesn't like him.
Did you crash the ship?
- He doesn't like me.
- He doesn't know you.
That's right. Go talk to him.
About what?
- Something you have in common.
- He likes jazz, poker.
- He's Canadian.
- My grandfather was from Canada.
- There you go.
- Hi.
Excuse me,
I gotta go talk to somebody.
- Good evening, sir.
- Lavelle.
Something I can do?
No, sir. I just came
to get another drink.
- Is something wrong with that one?
- No. Actually...
- What are you having?
- Trakian ale.
Good choice. I'll have one, too.
- My grandfather was Canadian.
- Really?
Aren't you one, too?
- A grandfather?
- No, Canadian, sir.
No, I grew up in Alaska.
Well, they both get a lot of snow.
Yeah.
It was good talking to you, sir.
Your ale, Ensign.
We're holding position
in the Argaya system.
- Anything?
- No, sir. I detect no vessels.
How close
to the Cardassian border are we?
- Less than 5,000 kilometres.
- Sir.
I'm detecting an object
five metres in length.
- It is an escape pod.
- He must have abandoned ship.
- How far into Cardassian space?
- 50,000 kilometres.
How will we get it out?
- The pod's life-support is failing.
- Notify Dr Crusher.
Can we reach transport range without
entering Cardassian territory?
We need to boost the confinement beam
by seven percent.
- Mr La Forge?
- I'm on it, Captain. Try that.
- The pod is too far away.
- I'll augment the frequency spread.
There are passengers, humanoid.
Attempting identification.
No one told you to do that, Ensign.
Let's just get him aboard.
There. That should do it.
Confinement beam
is at 109 percent of normal.
Transporter room,
you should be able to get a lock.
- Dr Crusher, are you ready?
- Stand by.
- Alyssa, you have to leave now.
- Alright, Doctor.
- Transporter room, go ahead.
- Aye, sir.
What are you doing here?
I'm not supposed to let anyone
but senior officers in.
Do you know what's going on?
- No. Do you?
- I'd better go.
- Ensign.
- Sir.
1200 hours. Alpha shift is relieved.
Excuse me, sir.
I'd like to stay on.
I could use the training.
- Now's not the best time.
- Yes, sir.
Ensign, you're with me.
Bridge.
You are a certified pilot, Ensign?
Yes, sir.
How long have you served
on the Enterprise?
- Seven months, sir.
- You've been recommended for ops.
- You think you are up to it?
- I do.
I'm not sure.
I'm concerned about your record.
Sir?
The incident
you were involved in at the Academy.
With all due respect,
that was three years ago.
Doesn't matter how long ago it was.
Would you do that again?
I can assure you, sir,
that I would never jeopardise lives
by participating in...
A daredevil stunt?
I would certainly hope not.
What concerns me is
you participated in a cover-up
that impeded an investigation
into the death of a cadet.
Sir, I should have told the truth...
Yes, you should, but you didn't.
Instead, you joined with the others
to pretend