Long odds or no, Delia's never one who wants to actually hear the odds until after the fact. Simply to know how absolutely ridiculous something is once she's actually done it.

To say she's... unconventional is putting it mildly.

Still, she's relaxed. Calm. Casually dressed in loose pants and lightly made, flowing top.

"A little bit of experience, yes," She made a face, "More of an accident with the warp drive than anything else. Fortunately we didn't really do any damage to the timeline as far as I can tell, and managed to avoid showing up on anyone's sensors or raising too many questions before managing to return home."

Still, though, she had to submit a report on it. And writing reports is always a fantastically annoying task.

"But I've read and heard about other incidents, and I'll be damned if I get swept up into some kind of temporal paradox or some other mess."

She said, while standing in the Nexus. The paradox of paradoxes to ever paradox.