[ it's ridiculous. the whole situation is ridiculous. it's adolescent. but after this talk, she's slowly beginning to allow herself to admit that maybe, just maybe, she truly fancies jean-luc picard. for the first time in over a century, she cares for someone in this manner.
and that brings to mind a conversation she had with someone else after her morning tea with jean-luc a few days ago, a conversation that had spiked the jealousy she refused to name. ]
I suppose I have a few questions of my own to ask him.
[ she isn't even paying attention to how loudly she's speaking. her mind is entirely focused on that "redhead" and those "conquests" she'd heard mention of. and in spite of herself, a frown crosses her face.