#shrug emoji...

           “ look dude , i don’t know what you’re talking about ... ”

           he has been here for ... a year now ? the last thing he should be confused about is some guy with angel wings asking him a question . he doesn’t know what his problem was in the first place . something about needing directions ? maybe ?  he completely forgot the more he thought about how he shouldn’t be weirded about by a little angel guy .             “ uhh ... what were you looking for again ? some kind of store ? i know where most are - ”

"Can I help you?" Zollin asks.

"You're talking to yourself!" Ha'an replies pointedly. "I've never seen a Vulcan do that before." She grins, hoping it comes across as appreciative and not rude.

"Is it so surprising that we engage in self-reflection? I suppose I do occasionally make the mistake of broadcasting it, however."

Zollin does not sound offended. She also does not sound amused. She doesn't sound much of anything, which is fine. Just confusing.

"I apologize for the distraction," she says finally, not looking up from her notes.

Ha'an takes a slow sip of her tea. 

"I actually don't mind it at all. I have a question, though..." Her antennae perk up as she leans in with a furtive warning. "It's nosy."

"... I find most questions with this crew are."

Ha'an squints. Sarcasm is a good sign. Unless, maybe that wasn't sarcasm? She rests her lips on the edge of her cup, peering over at Zollin before speaking.

"It occurrs to me that I've never heard a Vulcan with an accent before. But you have one. Why is that?"

"I would guess that most Vulcans you have conversed with were making use of the universal translator software." Zollin finally glances up, raising a deeply angled brow. "I do not."

Ha'an stares.

"You... don't use the universal translator..." she repeats slowly. "What?"

"I have no need for it."

"No need!" With that, Ha'an laughs, unable to hold back her delight and surprise. "You... so you're speaking Andorian with me, right now? But, but, but! There have to be dozens of languages aboard this ship, you can't just not use the universal translator-"

Is it her imagination, or does Zollin seem uncharacteristically pleased with herself? As if on cue, the Vulcan flips her data PADD, showing her what she's working on.

Starfleet Universal Translator and Linguistic Database v4.10381. And under the list of contributors, the first name on the list...

Ha'an's antennae twitch in surprise.

With that, the Vulcan stands and gathers her notes. "If you'll excuse me, I have a shift starting soon. Thank you for your feedback. It seems I must brush up on my Andorian, if the accent is still noticeable."

Ha'an waves a hand nonchalantly. "No, no, it's... good..."

But Zollin is already gone.

Andorian! True Andorian, with a heavy Vulcan accent. 

Impressive, Ha'an thinks to herself, finishing her tea. 

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