"It is. Well, it is in a way. The last few years there was one alien race who started conquering other planets," he said quietly, keeping his voice low to keep others from hearing a conversation that would probably brand him a lunatic. "I had a run-in with them. They are not pleasant." And once again, he was back to thinking about that damn bastard. He needed to get off this topic of conversation quickly or else he'd be in a foul mood for the rest of the way to Hawaii.
Or maybe he didn't. He'd talked about it a bit with Oswin, or rather drunkingly rambled about it. Anatoly had listened but he wasn't sure how much the man would be willing to believe so there was a lot he had not talked about. He had put himself through the misery of four hours of his past, and now he was running away from the thing that had caused the stupidity in the first place. Eventually he would need to go back, and Khan...Sherlock...whoever he was would still be there. Maybe talking about it with Ginger wouldn't be a bad thing.
But for now there were other, more enticing things to talk about. He settled in next to her. "It's actually kind of funny, but that is one thing I've never done before, mostly because I was always on a Starfleet shuttle. maybe when I was a cadet I could have done it, but as a captain I had an example to set. And besides, fooling around with someone on the ship is a bad idea. If it all goes south you're stuck together for the duration of the mission." He paused for a moment, then reached over for her hand. "I'm glad we could leave on such short notice. I just needed to get out of there."