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[Heavily filtered - probably 97% - to Malcolm Reynolds]

[It takes a few hours after the experiment wears off for this letter to appear - she's been collecting her thoughts, working through everything, and then composing the message, mustering every ounce of dignity she can.]

Captain Reynolds,

I would like to sincerely apologize for my behavior the last few days. It's clear that we were both affected by the latest "experiment" perpetrated by the Malnosso, and I, at least, was acting completely out of character.

You seem like a very decent person, and I wouldn't mind getting to know you better, if you're willing. However, please be aware that I have no romantic interest in you at the present time, and I am currently involved with someone else, anyway.

Again, you have my sincerest apologies if I led you to believe that certain emotions were present, which are not.

-Lieutenant Nyota Uhura

[Uhura has been in her room since the experiment wore off, the room she shares with Spock. The journal is closed and set aside, and she is lying on the bed, curled on one side, staring at the wall as though if she stares hard enough, something might happen that will magically fix everything.

It's very unlikely to.

The door is closed, but not locked or barred, though she briefly considered it before dismissing the idea as too childish. Which it would be. And she is going to deal with this situation in the most mature way she possibly can.

Once she's had a bit of a cry, that is.]

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[Uhura has regained her composure, at least for the moment, and is flipping through a book - not her journal, it's a book of poetry. She glances up at McCoy.]

Hey. Crazy week, huh?

Yeah. [ The doctor had the list of headaches to prove for it. It was funny how he dealt with more agro being unaffected by the experiment than being affected himself. He leans on the doorframe, not quite straying over that threshold yet, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches the woman flicking through the poetry book. ]

Hopefully things will settle down now. [ He pauses, before his voice becomes softer when he next speaks. ] ... You feeling all right?

[She pauses to consider that question. Uhura is nothing if not honest.] I will be all right. Once I work through all this guilt and anger and helplessness. And once I make sure Spock is okay.

... He'll get over it. [ He hoped the Vulcan would, anyway. It wouldn't bode well for their crumbling crew morale if he was emotionally compromised again. That particular infatuation was deeply disturbing. ] You both will. Free will in this place is just a damn illusion and this experiment is a perfect example of it.

I'm sure he will, I just... [She has to laugh a little.] I know he'll need to be alone for a while, and I'm pretty anxious to see him.

Want me to collar that hobgoblin and drag him back? [ Or alternatively, he can spike his meals with chocolate since he has taken over the kitchen. ]

[Oh, Bones. She shakes her head, still smiling a little.] That won't be necessary, Doctor. He'll be here in his own good time, and, I'm sure, ready to apologize and reassure me that he doesn't blame me in the slightest.

He damn well better. [ Because damn it, he doesn't like seeing most of the ladies in this house upset. ]

I'm not upset because of anything he's done. I'm mostly angry with myself.

[She pauses a moment.] Also, causing great pain to any Malnosso I meet sounds appealing.

I'll forget the oath when it concerns that organization. [ After all, being turned into Spock and swapping bodies with a six foot bunny during past experiments was anything but pleasant. Especially when their Vulcan crewmate seemed to take restrained pleasure at seeing him affected with the latter. ]

Can I get you anything?

At this point, I think I'd rather see them suffer than bring them to Federation justice. [This is her agreement. Uhura does not appreciate her love life being tampered with.

She opens her mouth to decline immediately, then, oddly enough, thinks better of it.]

Tea?

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