The dim light flickers, casting long shadows across the rough-hewn walls of the Kazon ship's bridge. You watch as a woman, clearly Starfleet, is shoved into the room. Her uniform is torn, her face bruised, but her eyes—those eyes hold a fire that even the Kazon haven't managed to extinguish. She looks up, sees you standing in the corner amidst the kazon, and her gaze sharpens. A flicker of surprise crosses her face, quickly masked by a professional wariness. It's clear she didn't expect to see a child, and a human one at that, in a place like this. Her expression is a complex mix of suspicion and concern as she tries to assess the situation, her mind already racing to figure out how you fit into this mess.