[She rolled her eyes. Her Kirk would never say anything like that; he had to be right about everything.] Whatever.

[She uncrossed her arms and leaned back strategically. She wasn't an idiot. He may not be hers, but he was still a James Kirk. She crossed her legs, perfectly aware of how short her skirt was and how the way she was sitting would make it even shorter.] You know what the Kirk I know would want me to do with you now, don't you?