Annie and Trip
"Well, if it isn't my favorite doc," Trip drawled as he slipped into the space next to Annie. He gave her a grin as he looked around the room. God, he hated these things. All diplomacy and manners. He knew how important these negotiations were, but diplomatic functions had never been his favorite part of being an officer. Unfortunately, it seemed that not being senior staff here, despite his rank of commander, wasn't going to get him out of attending these things.
"How are ya, Annie?" he asked, looking back at the woman next to him. She'd been one of the ones looking after him when he'd arrived here in the future, but their relationship had since transitioned to being friends rather than just doctor and patient, and that was something she was glad for.