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[He moves to look briefly into each room in the back, lips pursed and nodding with thoughtful approval. It really held a lot of potential and Jean-Luc had a habit of backing things and people with potential to a certain extent.
He turns back to her his brows lifted with understanding.] I concur with that sentiment. My First Officer for many years stood ready to Command the Enterprise in my absence and I trusted my ship to him explicitly. I'm certain you will find competent people here with which to entrust your clinic to in your absence.
[A slight curious tilt of his head.] If I may, Doctor... I'm curious as to what happened to your wrists. Were you wounded in the transfer from one prison to the other?