Still, she walked more quickly than was probably appropriate as she exited the cabin and angled toward the footpath leading down the hill. With the two phase pistol holstered on either side of her waist, she felt slightly ridiculous but suppressed the emotion. Curiously, the rush of excitement that had coursed through her moments earlier had dwindled and T’Pol shivered against the morning air. It seemed far colder than it actually was and she once more lamented the damage done to her scanner. The one that Trip possessed as part of his survival pack was grossly inferior to hers, and she wished they had acquired the appropriate tools that would have allowed Trip to cannibalize his scanner to repair hers.
There was no trace of him at the lake when she arrived, and T’Pol frowned in slight wor
