Many Meetings by Howard Shore
Summits had always held a macabre point of fascination for him. He supposed that in his time, the dim fear of a death came from the rather blunt fact that an assassination usually happened. In spite of having been jettisoned into the future a few centuries, he still walked into the cultural exchange with as much skepticism and defensiveness as he always had.
It was supposed to emulate a sprightly event, he knew. Yet it felt nothing of the sort, with so many different peoples looking at one another with potentially vicious intent.
Yet when the Enterprise crew began to file in, each in their different traditional garb, he began to reconsider. Especially when the sprightly communication's officer stole the breath from most of the room in her immaculate patterned dress. It seemed to embrace all aspects of her interests - the clean lines which complimented figure, along with the deep intrinsic complexity of a proper pattern.
He was rather surprised when she came to him shortly after arriving, with a short but present smirk on her face. "Don't look so stiff lipped, Khan," she chided. "Kau terlihat baik."
Raising a brow and sparing her a light smirk, he nodded in thanks. "Aku akan mengingatnya."