Mutual Respect

[Tutashkhia]

Data opens his eyes, he seems to be a bit astonished, then takes his felt cloak and searches for a cigar in it... Lights up a cigar, pauses for a few seconds, then glances to Jarael.

So…, paused for a few seconds, deeply breathes and continues. So, you got me here, eh? Looks like you know very little about me, but I know nothing about you, and I’d like to hear who you are.

Secondly, what’s about the future of mine, Data pauses, tries to find the words to continue talking, thinks for a few seconds and starts. I’m afraid I’ve not finished my job yet, so I guess I’ll continue doing my job again.

Thirdly, you seem to care about my ship, but it’s not a big problem for me to find something useful… I believe my friends still can provide me with the same, useful ship which will help me to continue doing my job.