"Yes," she nods a little in agreement. "A new adventure." That's a sentiment she can get behind. This is not what she would have chosen, but if she looks at it too much like being stolen or captured, it twists and tangles itself around the parts of her still on that slaver ship, in the cage of The Menagerie. So a new adventure sounds much better to her, too.

She nods again at that. "We can certainly imagine it," she says, her voice a soft, wistful thing. It was nice to think about, no matter how much she thinks it might truly be impossible.