Baby Anya gurgled, a sound that grated against the adult thoughts screaming in her head. She watched Curly, her captain, trace a tired path across the comms panel, a spark of understanding flashing as he muttered about "bio-readings." Her small hand instinctively reached for a data pad lying nearby, her tiny fingers futilely attempting to mimic the precise grip she once used for medical instruments.

(Anya was accidentally turned into a baby, they don't know how (Extra: no pregnancy in this au, okay?))