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Gillian is walking and reading her PADD at the same time, which she knows is a bad idea, but hey - she has a lot to catch up on! She has to get the most out of every moment if she wants to really make it in the future. She’s humming softly under her breath, reading something about the upheaval that had followed first contact, when she rounds a corner and walks smack into someone, bruising her nose and dropping her PADD. “Damn,” she mutters, but the PADD is already being held back out to her, caught before it ever touched the ground.
It takes her a moment to process who it is she’s run into. “Saavik!” she squeaks. “Uh, Lieutenant. Sorry.”
Saavik merely raises the PADD a little higher, and Gillian takes it from her gingerly. The slight resistance before Saavik lets go raises goosebumps up her arms. For some reason.
“There is no need to apologize,” Saavik says, sharp-soft and alien and mesmerizing. “I was distracted.”
“Didn’t think Vulcans got distracted,” Gillian says, too flustered to have a filter.
“When the incentive is enough,” Saavik says, and brushes past her to continue down the corridor. When she’s a few paces away she adds, without stopping, “You have a lovely voice.”
Gillian stares after her, heart beating a little too fast. She’s too old for these teenage-crush cliches, but she can’t help it. Saavik is attractive and possibly attainable and not even human. What’s Gillian supposed to do, not fall head over heels?
And what the hell did Saavik say about her voice?