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Commander Tucker:
We should have heard something by now. What if they failed? Earth could be... [T'pol puts a hand on his shoulder to calm him]

Subcommander T'Pol:
Be patient.

Commander Tucker:
[looks at her hand] My skin's healing faster than yours. I guess you Vulcans aren't so tough after all.

Subcommander T'Pol:
Dr. Phlox says we should all be back to normal within two to three days.

Commander Tucker:
I'm only kidding. You look nice like this, kind of like an old oil painting.

Subcommander T'Pol:
I am not old. I will only be 66 years old on my next birthday.

Commander Tucker:
I can't believe you told me that.

Subcommander T'Pol:
You accused me of looking old!

Commander Tucker:
That's not what I mean. I've been trying to get you to tell me your age since we left space dock. Why now?

Subcommander T'Pol:
To Vulcans, certain information is considered... intimate.

Commander Tucker:
Intimate? Hmm.