Well I suppose there's no way of fooling you. [Not that she had any desire to appear as anything or anyone other than herself here. There was little point, or so it seemed.]
Captain, captain. [It's a gentle tone, although she doesn't feel like being gentle when he starts going on and on about the Prime Directive. Doesn't he know rules are for bending?] I know, you've mentioned it. But anyone who's here, well, I think they've adjusted pretty well to the idea of life on other planets and realities, don't you? Besides, what about the ones who don't want to go back? Who want to find out what this reality is like?
[Kirk, you're a tease. But she's not going to ask any more, clearly it's not something he wants to give her any real information on] If she suggests you cut the baby in two, don't follow that advise.
[She takes it, lets him lead her to the dance floor and slides her hand onto his shoulder. Downloading all the information she could on dancing styles before she'd arrived was probably a good idea.] I doubt I could do that much damage on a dance-floor. Maybe in a ring, but...