action;
I'll leave your diary for another time. [That's muttered, just so none of his crew can hear. It's not right to tease him, not in his bridge of all places, but she can't help it.
And then she plugs in.
The integration isn't perfect. But while it might not look good, it's possible, even through there are hot white spots swimming past her vision as she moves through the files in search of what she needs. It's data that's too different from her own hardware for her to even consider going near, more the pity, because she's sure it would be interesting. But the files she wants? Audio posts, diagrams and blueprints, that she can get her hands on, downloading and processing it easily.
It's done within a few minutes, and she unplugs herself from the cable, blinking the code away before glancing back over her shoulder at him.]
Given time, I think I can assimilate my systems into something closer to the Enterprise computer and data-storage, and link myself, so I can send you information directly, instead of using the Mandalus network. I think it would be worthwhile.
Do you still have the dress uniform cap? [She saw images of that too, and she has to ask]