"Ma'am?" Trip was standing on what appeared to be the bridge -- he didn't recognize the ship, but it felt familiar. He'd met the gaze of the woman in charge, apparently, his chest tightening just a bit. "'m real sorry, but I think somethin's gone wrong here."
She recognized the uniform, then she recognized his face. What was it about her and people ending up misplaced… In space, in time. Herself, other people… It was always something.
She had not had enough coffee today for this.
Harry was scanning him, Tuvok was putting away his phaser (which he had quickly drawn upon the man’s appearance on the bridge), and Tom was staring, mouth slightly agape. She remained (at least outwardly) composed.
“It would seem so,” she said, steadily returning his gaze.