[She pulled back as quickly as he did, all but yanking her hand back. She'd had the presence of mind to be careful, to avoid damage to his neural pathways. For a moment, T'Pol sat very still - then she stood, turning toward her low dresser, back to Kirk.
The rush of emotions weren't her own, and it was difficult to suppress them; glimpses of a bar she'd never been to, an Enterprise she'd never set foot on, people she would never know. His memories of the barge were more of the same - unsettling.
It was a few moments before she turned to face him, feeling in control again.]
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The rush of emotions weren't her own, and it was difficult to suppress them; glimpses of a bar she'd never been to, an Enterprise she'd never set foot on, people she would never know. His memories of the barge were more of the same - unsettling.
It was a few moments before she turned to face him, feeling in control again.]
My apologies.