[ Bashir's explanation sounds on the level to Steve and his complete lack of context. It's the sudden appearance of a blurry foreign ship in his mind superimposed over his comic book illustrations that has his eyes narrowing in confusion, shoulders going stiff.
A pause, eyebrows knitting together. ]
How big is she?
[ There's no reference against the black of space. ]
no subject
A pause, eyebrows knitting together. ]
How big is she?
[ There's no reference against the black of space. ]