I suppose clicking my fingers is out of the question?
[ She seemed to have some particular desire to work him down to the bone. Something about humility, he supposed, though he didn't understand it even a little bit. Humility implied humanity, and since he wasn't actually human it seemed like a waste of time.
Q's rooms were bare bones - that was the only way to describe them. He barely lived here, couldn't stand being inside, didn't like sleeping, didn't own anything because he didn't understand owning things. There were two rooms though, out of luck perhaps because he'd had the number chosen for him. Two rooms, and the second one to be Junior's, should he happen to appear. Janeway was a good close second. He led her toward it, hovering quietly in the doorway. ]
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[ She seemed to have some particular desire to work him down to the bone. Something about humility, he supposed, though he didn't understand it even a little bit. Humility implied humanity, and since he wasn't actually human it seemed like a waste of time.
Q's rooms were bare bones - that was the only way to describe them. He barely lived here, couldn't stand being inside, didn't like sleeping, didn't own anything because he didn't understand owning things. There were two rooms though, out of luck perhaps because he'd had the number chosen for him. Two rooms, and the second one to be Junior's, should he happen to appear. Janeway was a good close second. He led her toward it, hovering quietly in the doorway. ]
Well, this is it.