Saavik walked haltingly as she grabbed for her morning drink in the galley. Uhura saw this.
 
"Saavik, do you have some kind of back pain? Is it your pregnancy?"
 
Saavik motioned no.
 
"More like the impregnator."
 
Uhura was shocked.
 
"I can't believe Peter would hurt you."
 
Again, Saavik said no.
 
"He does not. We lack time. So we use the method which most quickly rouses us. I am quite satisfied--but my hind quarters ache, and I am unable to sit down for hours thereafter. But you may certainly sit down, Nyota."
 
Uhura grinned.
 
"Peter Kirk--Is His Father's Son."