SOVAL: Your emotional attachment to Archer is clouding your logic. We’ll be within range for another thirty hours, should you reconsider.
Archers Quarters.... Archer stands at his window, staring out into space. The Door Chime goes off. Archer: Come in. T'Pol enters. Archer: Did things go well with the Vulcans?
Archer: There was obviously a reason I chose these quarters, you can see a lot from this window. What did they want?
Archer: Ah. I've been thinking about everything you told me. I realize I'm not fit to command the ship, but there's got to be some way I can help. I could give Trip a hand in Engineering.
T'POL: You often take Porthos for a walk, visit the classrooms on D deck. The children enjoy hearing about our earlier missions.
T'POL [OC]: After nearly a year, we arrived in this system. Our convey was the only one to reach it. The others had all been attacked and destroyed.
The Ready Room... Trip studies a sensor readout. Trip: This planet's barely Minshara Class. Maybe we should've picked one with a little more blue and green on it. I'd like to head down with a survey team and start scouting for colony sites.
T'POL: Captain Archer will be better off on the surface with the others. He’ll need a caretaker, someone he trusts. I can’t be in two places at the same time.
^finishing [Archer and T'Pol's home] T'POL: The civilian ships were disassembled for their components and raw materials. We used them to construct the settlement. At this point, you often wonder if you’re a victim of some elaborate deception. ARCHER: The thought did cross my mind.