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“If this is an attempt at replacing rage with warm fuzzies, Counselor, I think you have misjudged me.” K’Ehleyr regarded the living room displays with ironic amusement.
“Actually,” Deanna Troi said, “I thought this would be a great place to release some of your tightly controlled impulses.” She looked around at the ordered displays. “This program has many uses. But I’m sure you’d appreciate being able to destroy a table without guilt. She gestured to one labeled “Vittsjö.”
K’Ehleyr gave a twisting smile. “This is all holographic. There’s no danger. No guilt.” She approached the glass-topped table and kicked at it. “Plus, it’s all so flimsy.”
“If it’s danger you’re looking for, I can help with that as well,” Troi said. “Computer, provide suitable clientele for a busy day.”
With a whoosh of displaced air, the aisle ways were suddenly inundated with families and couples browsing, all following the arrows below and above them.
One mother next to K’Ehleyr began shouting at her children to stop jumping on the couches.
“Am I supposed to kill all these people?” K’Ehleyr asked drily.
Troi smiled. “No. Just survive them.”
“With you?”
“If that’s what you want.”
K’Ehleyr let out a breath. “Counselor—”
“Deanna, please.”
K’Ehleyr inclined her head. “Deanna, then. I fail to see any value in this…” She waved around her to complete her thought.
“Lady, can you move!?” A scowling human man made a shooing motion at Troi. “I can’t read the prices.”
K’Ehleyr whirled and grabbed the man’s wrist. “How about you ask her that again, but politely.” Her voice dripped with danger.
“You’re crazy!” He said, staggering away and calling for security.
K’Ehleyr turned to Deanna. “I think I’ve had all I can take, here.”
Deanna took her arm. “Let’s at least make it to the end.”