Ben Sisko
Lieutenant Junior Grade
Not QUITE as bad as Klag but the TNG Relaunch folks sure wanted to remind us that that the now departed miranda kadohata has a "shangri-la \ london accent."
JEESH! We get it!
. Her dry, Port Shangri-la accent leached the emotion from her voice as she reported
Her Port Shangri-La accent was just similar enough to a Londoner’s inflections that Picard had to remind himself again that she wasn’t from Earth.
Her dry, Port Shangri-la accent leached the emotion from her voice as she reported,
“Sorry I’m late,” Miranda said. She spoke with a British accent, even though she was born and raised on Cestus III.
“Permission to come aboard?” she asked, with a British-sounding accent.
Her countenance of mixed Asian and European ancestry was the very portrait of calm, and her British-sounding accent conveyed the same unflappability that Worf had come to expect from the captain.
“A little,” Kadohata said, her London-like accent enhancing her gift for understatement.
“Still no response, sir,” she said, her accent redolent of a Londoner’s inflections.
A female voice with a vaguely British accent interrupted his pessimistic musings. “Excuse me, Captain.”
All eyes shifted to her, but the dark-haired woman with the crisp British accent didn’t appear at all intimidated...
JEESH! We get it!
. Her dry, Port Shangri-la accent leached the emotion from her voice as she reported
Her Port Shangri-La accent was just similar enough to a Londoner’s inflections that Picard had to remind himself again that she wasn’t from Earth.
Her dry, Port Shangri-la accent leached the emotion from her voice as she reported,
“Sorry I’m late,” Miranda said. She spoke with a British accent, even though she was born and raised on Cestus III.
“Permission to come aboard?” she asked, with a British-sounding accent.
Her countenance of mixed Asian and European ancestry was the very portrait of calm, and her British-sounding accent conveyed the same unflappability that Worf had come to expect from the captain.
“A little,” Kadohata said, her London-like accent enhancing her gift for understatement.
“Still no response, sir,” she said, her accent redolent of a Londoner’s inflections.
A female voice with a vaguely British accent interrupted his pessimistic musings. “Excuse me, Captain.”
All eyes shifted to her, but the dark-haired woman with the crisp British accent didn’t appear at all intimidated...