Hoshi nodded and acceded to her Captain's request, but not without comment.

"All right, I'll wear a shirt. But why do men have to be such little boys about all this? T'Pol doesn't have to wear a shirt most times!"

Archer shrugged.

"She's Maxim-Hot. You are real-world hot. I mean, don't you think I feel the same resentment towards Trip?"

"I--I hadn't considered that, sir."

He nodded.

"Hoshi, its up to those of us that look like people other people could actually meet to balance off the hyper-idealized ones."

She raised a finger.

"Can't I just walk around with my arms crossed?"

"No! That's even more provocative! Hoshi, ever since we found out that the nerds on Buffy had a life-size cut-out of T'Pol--I'm afraid the safe-fantasy burden's been on you. Now, any ship's business?"

"Well, these archeologists on Earth found a 300-year-old android's head in San Francisco."

"Tell them to put it back where they found it. Next?"

"We've sighted an old cargo ship on sensors. We think its called The Botany Bay."

"Alter course and speed to avoid. Next."

"We've discovered evidence that a techno-billionaire in 1996 may have been utilizing 29th Century...."

"Not our problem. Next."

"The Vulcan database says that those goofy big-eared pirates we encountered are called...."

Archer glared at her. Hoshi gulped.

"Errr..we still have no idea what they're called."

"Good. Next?"

"A new holographic amusement park just opened on Earth....."

The glare again.

"...but it really sucks badly, and we'll never see anything like it on this ship. Yeah."

A being then appeared, and taunted Archer.

"You humans are such amoebas, when compared to the Continu..."

Hoshi shot the being dead with her phase pistol.

"Sorry, sir. Won't happen again. Lastly, certain of our outermost colonies have been disappearing, as though scooped away by a giant space shovel."

"Its 2152. We barely have innermost colonies, and all of them are accounted for. Anything else?"

"Oh. You wanted to reseal Daniels' quarters."

So the two went down on the turbolift....

"Elevator. We went down on the elevator."

Sorry, Captain. Hoshi opened the quarters anew.

"What the hell?"

At a table in the room sat a man in a yellow tunic with sandy-brown hair. Beside him sat a woman with a red tunic, her hair in a bun. Beside her sat two bald or balding men, one dark-skinned with a goatee, the other pale-ish with a ring of crown-like hair. He shooed them off.

"Go on about your business. Pretend like we aren't even here."

Archer sealed the quarters tighter than ever. He looked at Hoshi.

"Don't open that ever again--except for November, February, and May. Oh--and you can relax your dress code then, too."

Hoshi walked off, smiling.

"Yes! This girl is going starkers!"

In the distance, T'Pol wept unseen. silent tears.

"But I'm a model!!! I should get all the attention!"