There's no such thing as disappointment, [ she says with a grunt, voice strained as she stands on the tips of her toes, leaning as far over the lip of the microwave as she can. one forceful tug later and she rises back up with the capacitor in hand. ] Only attempts that don't work and a growing list of ones that just might.

[ he goes ignored for a moment as janeway reaches for her tricorder, flipping it open and situating the capacitor on top. it clicks into place as if it belongs there, the tricorder beeping in time with her fingers as they dance across the display screen. ]

What can I do for you? [ business-like, as if she's still donning a military uniform and is standing on the bridge of her ship, not half-clothed in a victorian gown in the middle of a rustic kitchen. ] If this is your facility, I assure you I'll clean up after myself and put this back together before I leave.