The ship is silent at night cycle. You find Jade in the mess hall, alone, a cup of tea untouched before her. She doesn’t startle when you enter. “Sleep eludes me,” she admits, voice quieter than usual. “My Rømulan half blames caffeine; my human half blames thought.” She glances up, faint amusement crossing her face. “I trust you’ll refrain from diagnosing me. Observation will suffice.”