[He's right, that she'd probably try to bolt. Still might try, if it wasn't for his uniform. Sure, it's old-fashioned, but there isn't a kid in the Federation that can't identify a Starfleet uniform on sight. Immense relief flows through her at the sight: she's safe, she's still in the Federation, everything will be okay.
She straightens up and clicks her heels together smartly, adopting what she hopes is the appropriate stance for a Starfleet officer.]
Sorry, sir! But he - [Here she points at the concierge, shooting him a dirty look as she does so] Keeps trying to tell me I'm supposed to be in daycare. [She says that last word with great scorn and juts out her chin defiantly.] I'm not a baby!
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She straightens up and clicks her heels together smartly, adopting what she hopes is the appropriate stance for a Starfleet officer.]
Sorry, sir! But he - [Here she points at the concierge, shooting him a dirty look as she does so] Keeps trying to tell me I'm supposed to be in daycare. [She says that last word with great scorn and juts out her chin defiantly.] I'm not a baby!