Thanks, Tuvok.
[Delta Flyer]
PARIS:
Ready, Tuvok?
TUVOK:
Ready.
PARIS:
Cross your fingers.
(Paris presses a control in a panel, and a console explodes.)
TUVOK:
The magnetic relays have overloaded.
PARIS:
Well, we'd better find another way to polarise this hull, or their sensors won't be able to pick us up.
WILDMAN:
We're never getting out of here.
TUVOK:
Do not give up hope.
The probability of our being rescued is low, but not statistically impossible.
PARIS:
Comforting.
WILDMAN:
Who's going to look after Naomi?
TUVOK:
You should not concern yourself with that now.
WILDMAN:
How can you say that?
TUVOK:
My youngest child has been without a father for four years, yet I am certain of her well-being, that I conveyed my values to her before leaving.
And I have confidence in the integrity of those around her.
You have been an exemplary mother to Naomi, and she is in the hands of people you trust.
She will survive and prosper, no matter what becomes of us.
WILDMAN:
Thanks, Tuvok.
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