"I must try it for myself, then," Chanath decides, sitting back to watch the almost hypnotic, soothing motions of the needles at work. "I have never made a garment on my own, and in Starfleet, clothing is produced by machines from energy instead of being woven together. It is more efficient, yet less satisfying."

Though Faris knows the Starfleet she would have joined would likely have been in another universe than the one his fleet now calls home, he allows himself a moment's indulgence to imagine sharing a campus with her, as well as a twinge of regret that it is not to be. Not much of one, of course; this is proof enough that living apart is no obstacle to friendship, and he values her company regardless. "You would have continued your studies in the sciences, then? We too have found paths close to what we were with our fleet. Starfleet does not have warriors, though they do have security officers. And pilots, of course."

Two weeks of a sporting event seems like a great deal indeed; it is no wonder she would ask. "Have you ever participated?" Chanath asks, tilting her head slightly, curious.