Discussion in 'Enterprise' started by LeadHead, Nov 25, 2013.
ARCHER: Your quarters will probably feel like a ballroom after this.
Hoshi: You're the Captain. Can't you order the storm to settle down a little?
ARCHER: I'll see what I can do.
Archer walks past some privacy curtains, the Alien guests are behind them. He walks up to Trip who is playing a card game.
Archer: How're they doing?
TUCKER: Your guess is as good as mine. One of them came out a few hours ago. Told us we were making too much noise. Now I've been real friendly. Even asked them to join the game. Doesn't seem like they want anything to do with us.
Archer: Let's give them a little time to adjust.
Trip: You know, I bet by now we'd have set up camp on the rim of that canyon, had a fire going.
ARCHER: There'll be other canyons.
In Phlox's area of the catwalk...
Phlox: Lieutenant, are you just passing through or is there something I can help you with?
Reed: Actually, there is something. (climbs down into Phlox's area)
Reed: I assume I can depend on doctor-patient confidentiality.
PHLOX: This wouldn't have anything to do with gastrointestinal distress?
Reed: Is it that obvious?
PHLOX: Not at all. There's a notation in your medical file. Something about an unfortunate incident during Zero-G training?
Reed: The EV simulator at Lunaport, or as Starfleet trainees call it, The Vomitorium.
PHLOX: Nothing to be embarrassed about.
Phlox: I've treated a number of crewman this afternoon for motion sickness.
Phlox uses hypospray on Reed.
Phlox: That should last for about 12 hours.
Reed: Thank you, Doctor.
Archer: Feeling alright, Malcolm?
Reed: Never better.
Reed walks away, clearly still not cured of his motion sickness.
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