[ To call the Enterprise home is honestly somewhat of an understatement. Most people have multiple places they think of as home. Home might be the house you grew up in or the hometown in which you were raised. It might be the place where you set out on your own. Perhaps it might be the school where you grew out of adolescence and into adulthood. La'an has had all of those things, of course, but none of them have the same emotional pull as this ship and her crew. This is the first place since she'd lost her family where she feels accepted and like she actually belongs.

Moving to the replicator, she programs in two coffees, recalling how he usually takes his from their many meetings in his ready room. She doesn't answer his questions just yet, using the few seconds as the machine worked its technical magic to create the hot beverages to figure out what to say. She's still not entirely sure as she carries the two steaming mugs across the room. ]

I did wonder if you'd noticed. I've done my best to complete my duties satisfactorily, and I do apologize if I've fallen short in that endeavor.

[ By the end, there's a thread of nervousness to her voice betraying how uncomfortable she is with the idea that she might have failed him in some way. She doesn't think she has, but the anxiety is still there, hidden under the smooth mask of her expression. The idea that she might have disappointed him is one she can't bear. ]