#dr. agnes jurati

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Brandi and Dave review Season 1 Episode 9 of Star Trek: Picard, Et In Arcadia Ego.

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Quarter-Finals

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#nationaldoctorsday #startrek #mccoy #philboyce #mbenga #helennoel #thenextgeneration #drcrusher #drpulaski #deepspacenine #bashir #voyager #emh #enterprise #phlox #discovery #culber #tracypollard #intodarkness #carolmarcus #agnesjuratti #drtana #drnoum #drohk #startrek57

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Alison Pill as Dr. Agnes Jurati

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In the shadow of Ganmadan.

It was a little offensive, the clear sky and beautiful weather. It should be raining, thundering, like in her dreams--red and scary, foreboding--but it isn't. Jean Luc Picard died and it is...just another day. She knows that Alton Soong and Dr. Jurati are working on it, maping and copying his neural patterns into the golem Soong had reserved for himself. There's no guarantee it will work, that they can take the patterns off a dead man and expect them to function. He may not be restored at all, and Soji feels terribly lost. She has siblings here, dozens of them, but she's the odd one out. Not one of them can really comprehend what she's been through in the last few days. None of them can even start to relate. Dahj is gone. Her mother is an AI, a holo construct that was meant to keep her from breaking her cover. Narek is--somewhere outside. In a cell? The fact that she'd even consider talking to him only enhances her distress. She's all alone. Again. And the Romulan fleet is gone, but so is most of the Starfleet one. They are defenseless, completely out of orchids, and only Soji seems to recognize that the danger hasn't passed. That they aren't actually safe from anything. Another nudge to her bedrock could topple everything again, and again, and again and she chose to let the guarantee of safety go. She hates herself for giving that up, for shutting down the transmitter, and then hates herself in another way for even considering summoning the extra-galactic synthetics. Her life isn't worth every organic one. It's objectively true but so very hard to remember when the threat of death and destruction seems to hover over her like her own personal raincloud. So Soji sits, miserable and distraught, on the edge of Alton Soong's desk and tries not to think about it. Unfortunately the only distractions she has are the synthetics littered around the office. Alton Soong had been so proud, so excited to show her his prototypes. The golem, the next set of fractal clones, mice for Spot II to chase. Each one was meticulously designed and he loved them, truly. His crowning masterpiece was the reproduction of Data. It took up the center of the room and all Soji could do was stare. He looked peaceful, like he was sleeping and not just an empty, expertly sculpted husk in a stasis chamber. She was almost jealous, that he got to sleep so softly while she was vibrating with anxiety about the next calamity, the next loss, the next inevitable, crushing death. She runs both hands through her hair, tugging it to try and clear the maudline catastrophizing. It half works. "I wish I could have met you," Soji says to the stasis chamber and her arms drop back to her sides. "If half of what everyone said was true, you'd probably have something profound to say."

"Or...at least you might give me a hug."

She was tearing up, thinking of her Dad, the fake ghost in her dreams. He never existed but she had memories of him saying profound things. She recalled her mom trying to cheer her up--or Dahj, who may have actually done that before they were separated. Picard had even tried to comfort her, in his own way--and now she comes back to Narek again. The last man standing. God, her life was pathetic if the Tal'Shiar were her best choice for a hug. She wipes her eyes and tries to stop thinking again. It doesn't work any better this time. "Fuck," Soji says to the empty room. To the construct that is not her kind of father. It required a quantum computer to hold what they had of Data's neural patterns--if the code, the information, were any less she might have been able to boot him up, to talk to him through holograms like she did her mom, but even Soji understood that he was too complex for that. Data required a body and Soong had never completed the method to transfer-- "Wait--Agnes fixed it," Soji says, largely to herself, partly to the construct. Alton Soong had lamented how his masterpiece copy of Data would forever lie dormant. Because Bruce Maddox hadn't finished the work to make transfering consciousness possible. But Dr. Jurati had finished it. They were using it on Picard right now. Which meant-- Soji shot up from the side of the desk and all but darted to the stasis pod in the center of the room. Now, looking at the unoccupied copy, she saw something other than a hollow body--she could--she could put him back, right? If it were a copy of Data, he could work in this body? She immediately pulls up the controls on the stasis chamber and snatches a data slate off Soong's desk. Data was kept in the computer, he was the cornerstone of it, she should be able to just...run Jurati's protocols and put him into the duplicate, right? The tiny thread of hope that wrapped itself around her heart was as cutting as it was fragile, but Soji was desperate and so very alone. If she thought anything could work, anything at all, she couldn't have stopped herself from trying it.

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Doctor! Doctor!

When it comes to parts for women in sci-fi, I may be starting to pick up on a pattern here...

Kyra Zagorsky as Dr Julia Walker in Helix

Gates McFadden as Dr Beverly Crusher in Star Trek: The Next Generation

Shannon Kenny as Dr Claire Keeply in The Invisible Man (2000)

Kari Matchett as Dr Mariel Underlay in Invasion (2005)

Kim Cattrall as Dr Sheila Moran in Invasion (1997)

Deanna Russo as Dr Sarah Graiman in Knight Rider (2008)

Carla Gugino as Dr Molly Anne Caffrey in Threshold

Maria del Mar, Alexandra Wilson, Gay Thomas Wilson as, respectively, Dr Haylen Breslauer, Dr Dru Breslauer and Dr Rema Cook in Mercy Point

Fiona Gaunt as Dr Helen Smith in Moonbase 3

Lee Meriwether as Dr Ann MacGregor in The Time Tunnel

Yvonne Craig as Dr Marjorie Bolan in Mars Needs Women

Diana Muldaur as Dr Katherine Pulaski in Star Trek: The Next Generation

Susannah Harker as Dr Angela Marsh in Ultraviolet

Lynda Mason Green as Dr Suzanne McCullough in War of the Worlds (1988)

Lois Chiles as Dr Holly Goodhead in Moonraker

Jess Bush and Dr Christine Chapel in Star Trek: Strange New Worlds

Alison Pill as Dr Agnes Jurati in Star Trek: Picard

Carmen du Sautoy as Dr Gentian Foster in Astronauts

Debra Messing as Dr Sloan Parker in Prey

Helen Shaver as Dr Rachel Corrigan in Poltergeist: The Legacy

Denise Richards as Dr Christmas Jones in The World is Not Enough

Hermione Norris as Dr Stella Isen in The Outcasts

Gretchen Corbett as Dr Maggie Sheridan in Jaws of Satan

Felicity Huffman as Dr Nancy Da Silva The X-Files 'Ice'

Louise Jameson as Dr Anne Reynolds in The Omega Factor

Vivian Wu as Dr Lu Wang in Away

Christina Wolf as Dr Cat Brandice in The Ark

Yvette Mimiuex as Dr Kate McCrae in The Black Hole

Saffron Burrows as Dr Susan McCallister in Deep Blue Sue

Kirstie Alley as Dr Susan Verner in Village of the Damned

And that's only the first 30! Stay tuned for the next installment!

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Favourite Picard Character Bracket Poll

So I’ve been meaning to make a Picard bracket for months now and it’s finally here! We’re looking for your favourite character from the series and we’ve gone across all three seasons.

(See under cut for past rounds)  

Round Five (FINAL):

1. Raffi Musiker v Seven

Round Four (Semi-Finals):

1. Raffi Musiker v Sidney La Forge

2. Seven v Laris

Round Three (Quarter-Finals):

1. Raffi Musiker v Elnor

2. Young Guinan v Sidney La Forge

3. Seven v Cristobal Rios

4. Laris v Liam Shaw

Round Two:

1. Raffi Musiker v Agnes Jurati

2. Elnor v Narissa

3. Young Guinan v T’Veen

4. Tallinn v Sidney La Forge

5. Seven v Hugh

6. Jean-Luc Picard v Cristobal Rios

7. Soji v Laris

8. Liam Shaw v Alandra La Forge

Round One:

1. Raffi Musiker v Kestra

2. Agnes Jurati v Enoch (ENH)

3. Elnor v Emil (EMH)

4. Narissa v Dr Ohk

5. Kore v Young Guinan 

6. T’Veen v Renee Picard

7. Altan Soong v Tallinn 

8. Sidney La Forge v Emmett (ETH)

9. Seven v Teresa

10. Hugh v Matthew Mura

11. Jean-Luc Picard v Kova Esmar 

12. Narek v Cristobal Rios 

13. Soji v Borgati 

14. Laris v Mr Hospitality (EHH)

15. Liam Shaw v Ian (EEH)

16. Alandra La Forge v Bjayzl 

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PIC: Remembrance

Please note: This article contains spoilers for ST: Picard 1x01 (and earlier events that you should really already know about by now).

Eighteen years after Nemesis, the first episode of Star Trek: Picard opens with our titular admiral playing a game of poker with his old friend Data, who wears the DS9 style of uniform he died in. It’s hard to tell, but it looks like the vertical lines on the grey shoulder area of this remake may have been made by pleating the fabric, rather than quilting.

Yes, our favourite robot is back from the dead, but can we talk about these seams?

Picard himself doesn’t wear anything particularly noteworthy just yet, which is fine, because this was all a dream. Sadly, I can’t say the same for the next scene, in which this cool Xahean guy’s awesome vest–

–does not prevent him from being immediately murdered.

Great lining on the vest, though.

Jean-Luc, awake now, strolls through the vineyards of Château Picard looking absolutely dapper. With a cane and flat cap, he is the very image of a peaceful, pastoral retirement. Somehow, this is the cottagecore content we all needed in our Star Trek.

Number One also looking very gentlemanly.

In a move that seems surprisingly self-important, Picard also appears to be wearing a pin of his own family crest while touring the grounds… but I think he just feels naked without a little badge there. I also appreciate that he has pinned it to – in true Trek fashion – an asymmetrical sweater.

Straight lines were banned in 2360.

Speaking of great sweaters, another member of the household who wears the Picard family crest is Laris, Jean-Luc’s Romulan housekeeper. 

The fuzziness offsets the pointiness.

Our plot needs a catalyst, so a mean reporter is introduced to bully Picard into action. Her outfit is fine – nothing particularly futuristic except the weird single lapel – but she accessorizes it with digital makeup. We only get to see this concept for a few seconds, but I’m sold, I want ten, and I wish she’d gone with the indigo lip.

And here I am using crushed berries and charcoal like a chump.

Back to moving the plot forward, important character Dahj shows up to the vineyard wearing what I can only describe as an elven cloak.

Good boys know good fashion.

This gorgeous coat appears to be made of a heavy green wool with black strappy accents, a big slouchy hood, and a very pointy hemline. The sides cross over in front instead of having a traditional closure, which seems like it would leave your tummy chilly, but does allow for greater flexibility.

Always buy a coat that you can wear in snow, wind, and combat.

I’m also a huge fan of the thumbhole sleeves/built-in gloves.

Next, it’s time to visit the Starfleet Archives, which means another rib knit sweater.

If you’d spent a lifetime in polyester uniforms, you’d make the same choice.

I know it makes sense that, in any century, most people will still just wear normal, everyday clothes. But it doesn’t quite feel like the future without, like, androgynous holograms in wispy all-white outfits made of sheer fabrics and angular lines, you know?

Oh, there we go.

After some unfortunate events, our hero finds himself speaking with one Dr. Agnes Jurati, whose lab coat is business in front… box cutter mishap in the back?

Maybe she Hulks out sometimes and needs a contingency.

And then, just when you thought we couldn’t possibly introduce any more characters, a dark and brooding Romulan makes a dramatic entrance.

I’m sure the outfit is great, but these guys REALLY like shadows.

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@elaleph continued from [ x ]

The android’s countenance did not exhibit signs of agitation at the discharge of the scientist’s unorthodox response; it maintained its natural poise; a layer of inscrutability laminated his synthetic features as he scrutinised her. It had not been his intention to kindle perturbation — if disquietude had been the architect of her reaction —, but he was of opinion that it was his moral duty to apprise her of the profundity aiding him would entail if she were apprehended...

During the interlude of silence that perfused between them, Data’s chartreuse eyes were fixed on the yet-to-be-identified Daystrom employee, but his positronic brain was dispersed, all over the place, attempted to locate connections that eventuated in this peculiar experience. His inability to recall how he had arrived here, and what preceded and could possibly have precipitated this occurrence was still a convoluted mystery to him. In a sense, this event was reminiscent of a similar incident that had transpired in 2367, when Doctor Noonian Soong had activated Data’s homing device and temporarily suspended his primary objectives and altered them with the unquenchable urge to find and navigate his way back to the cyberneticist’s coordinates... However, Data was uncertain this was the case at present; given the unequivocal fact that a considerable portion of his mnemonic subroutines had been corrupted he deemed that possibility most unlikely. And then, there was the matter pertaining to the ban on synthetics that persistently forced itself to the foreground of his consciousness and continually impeded his thought processes and problem shooting...

He blinked back into reality upon the exclamation issued by the scientist. Doctor Agnes P. Jurati... Her name was not compatible with any of the identity files he had stored in his databank, but then again, if it was true, if he had been offline for almost 2 decades, it was only logical to assume that he was not acquainted with anyone bearing that name. Nevertheless, the approximation of a small smile decorated his pale lips as he acknowledged her introduction.

‘It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Agnes,’ he said reverently.

Unbeknownst to him was the fact that Dr Jurati was already concocting a method to usher him safely out of Daystrom without the risk of detection. Therefore, when she distributed her question, his head involuntarily twitched to the left, his subroutines attempting to fathom her cryptic formulation. Swiftly and with astounding finesse, the android ran through the possible correlations her query might embody, and although he found himself confounded, grappling for comprehension, 7 solid seconds ticked by before he managed to catch on.

‘Raincoat and glasses? You mean, as a disguise?’ his synthetic visage insisted it manifested a rendition of inquisitiveness intertwined with eagerness — he had never been a partisan of engaging in clandestine activities, but these were extraordinary times... ‘That sounds like an acceptable course of action, and Agnes, may I suggest contacting Captain Picard on a secure frequency afterward — I am positive he will provide us with the assistance we require.’

It was feasible the Captain was enjoying his retirement on his emergence soil, France, whereas his other friends were most likely still in service of Starfleet. Therefore, relaying a message to the Captain would pose less of a risk to them than informing the others of his resurrection — if that was an adequate way to describe his inexplicable appearance...

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PIC Semi-Finals!

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Dr. Agnes Jurati

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ok but in dr strange and the multiverse of madness patrick stewart is literally just playing picard like the mannerisms and just general vibe are the same- which had me thinking Star Trek marvel crossover. Ok like what do u think agnes and seven and raffi and rios would be like?? all i know is elnor and peter parker would be besties no one can change my mind.

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Pairing:  Agnes Jurati/Cristóbal Rios

Rating: M (just to be on the safe side)

Summary : 

Set during 1.6. In the wake of the murder of Bruce Maddox, Agnes finds herself wandering through the corridors of the La Sirena seeking an escape. She finds Captain Cristóbal Rios instead.

Spoilers for 1.5 onwards.

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The indecision that wreathed around her like a lethal constrictor, impeded her motivation to aid him, manacled her to the pristine concrete floor as she stood idle in the opening of the door. With the patience and equanimity of a saint, he waited for Soji to recuperate, salvage, and reclaim her tenacity. Data did not impel his daughter to make haste; he was cognisant that she was protecting herself, just as much as him, from the tragedy they might tumble into. The Captain’s existence could have been terminated and she was mentally preparing herself for this probability.

When she glanced over her shoulder to verify he was still trailing behind her — to confirm that he had not been a mere figment of her imagination —, he inclined his head marginally, as if to say I am still here, please, proceed at your own convenience, I will be right behind you, his chartreuse eyes glued to her indefinitely and imbued with — what he hoped approximated — sympathy, compassion. He might not be able to experience agony, apprehension, and anguish, but her creators had not spared her those mental persecutions...

As they descended the staircase, the android discerned the reverberations of his own footfalls on the metal steps, intermingled with hers — an unpremeditated rhythm that marked the first journey in his new life, or rather his first journey in a new corporeal form, a second chance. The congruent architecture and the scarce furniture and decoration he encountered on his way down were salient elements of the average modern dwelling of a decently successful professional.

At the foot of the stairway, an unfamiliar woman, whose soft features were circumscribed by a frame of blonde, wavy hair, her hazel eyes glistening with anticipation. She was apparelled in a bland assortment of clothes, topped with a white lab coat. One of the cyberneticists? Agnes, perhaps? And who was Arcana, another android?

Quietly, Data rendezvoused with Soji and the scientist, at the bottom of the stairs. His pearlescent countenance saturating with curiosity, his optical components analysing the new face and storing the accumulated audible and visual information in his database — for future reference, if he required it. His light eyebrows crawled up, chiselling chasms in his smooth bioplast sheeting when he caught the yet-to-be-identified cyberneticist staring at him — rather conspicuously he might add. At least, that was a phenomenon he was familiar with; at the Academy, his time aboard the Trieste and the Enterprise he had received his fair share of funny, sceptical, and anxious looks — but he had been a novelty back then, surely the perception of humanity had altered after the conception of a colony of androids...

The intermission of silence that ensued Soji’s enquiry was almost tangible as they awaited the scientist’s response.

The Captain had transitioned. He was alive.

When the female scientist intercepted his attention and gestured to Picard’s present whereabouts, the android nodded to acknowledge her instructions.

‘Greetings. You must be Agnes, correct? I am Data,’ he introduced himself extending his hand to shake hers — as was customary among humans.

She nodded timidly and shook his hand; her grip deliberate and the pressure she applied was diligently maintained, as if she were afraid he would disintegrate at the first physical contact he would make with someone other than an android.

‘Yes, that’s me! Dr Agnes P. Jurati!’ she said rapturously. ‘But you may... Uh... You can call — just call me Agnes. Agnes’s fine.’

Agnes was beaming, but Data was uncertain why. It was highly unconventional for people to behave in his presence in the manner that she did.

‘It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Agnes... You referred to Captain Picard as Admiral...’ he trailed off, hoping she would fill in the blanks — Admiral had been the only other detail he extracted from her annotations — the Captain had been promoted.

‘He’s an Admiral now, albeit retired... ish.’

Another frown corrugated his forehead, denoting excess confusion, fortunately, Agnes ushered him down the foyer and into the laboratory that held another relative of Dr Soong’s, as it appeared. It was conceivable that this was the man called Altan, a facsimile of his father — and of himself, should he have aged...

Altan did not initiate a conversation, he merely smiled at him. Perhaps because he did not wish to rouse the Captain from his slumber, or because he was simply rendered speechless — Data knew he would be, and he had been upon crossing paths with Dr Noonian Soong...

Then, his eyes flicked from one end of the spacious laboratory, registering all the contraptions and devices that had, in all likelihood, been utilised to preserve the Captain’s consciousness and facilitate the transfer of his psyche to a synthetic body, to the far side of the room. Instinctively, the servo mechanisms in his neck moved in a sequence of twitches, cocking his head to the right as he analysed the tableau that lay exposed before him. Seated at the elongated, oak dining table, 5.2 metres away from the android’s current location, back turned to the rest of the room, was his...

‘—Captain?’ he whispered softly, his euphonious voice the only sound that seemed to prevail in the silence.

Data carefully approached his former Captain and friend, his footsteps noiseless as he waded through the tranquility that permeated the station. It was difficult to infer whether the Captain had recognised his vocalisation or whether he was still adjusting to his new, synthetic anatomy. Several nerve-wracking seconds elapsed prior to the Captain’s acknowledgement; he rose to his full height, positioned his cup of tea down on the wooden surface of the table with astounding delicacy, and span around.

‘Data.’

The passage of time festooned his familiar visage — the essence had remained preserved underneath —, and had diminished his voice to a raspy, fragile whisper, opposed to the authoritative one he had taken orders from, what now felt like, aeons ago. However, aside from the physical alterations, the Captain was still the same man, and without further ado, the android advanced and, with mathematical precision and assiduity, embraced him.

‘I believe, this is an appropriate procedure to deploy, among humans, is it not, Captain?’

Her explanation, however simplified, overwhelms him and Soji briefly wishes she could take it back. Unfortunately, going back isn't an option. There's something oddly comforting in the way his expression goes inscrutible as he listens, in the silence that stretches before he responds. The fact that Data, despite his impossibly impressive brain can't quite process it all, well, it's awful to think but it makes Soji feel less small and brittle. If it overwhelms him, it makes it hard for her to feel deficient just because it consumed her so thoroughly.

He doesn't have to apologize but he does and, in the same breath suggests something radical, something that hadn't occurred to Soji and, truthfully, probably never would have. Rebuild Dahj? Could they--Soji's mind catches on that but before she can really entertain the possibility, he releases her and moves.

She follows, moving after him unconsciously like she's on a tether. When he abruptly stops and makes his request she's already nodding and moving toward the door. She opens it, ever eager to help, but then the magnitude of what awaits them sets in again. Soji instantly feels like a coward when it does, when she hesitates to step through the door.

She has to lead him, he doesn't know the way. She can't just abandon him to experience this alone--but she's terrified. She's been terrified and looking down the cheerful hall, consumed by fear, is just another facet of her new reality.

She's so scared that Picard will be dead and she will be alone.

Again.

But she isn't alone now.

The realization is jarring and happens in a split second. She glances back at Data, if only to affirm he isn't something she's imagined, and just seeing him there is a huge relief. Soji lets out a sharp breath, steels herself, and crosses the threshold into the hall.

Coppelius Station is beautiful, even tranquil when there is no emergency to disturb the peace. The architecture is a comfortable mix of plate glass, wood, and white walls--the windows let in so much sunlight. Optimism is easy to conjure up in a place like this, but Soji still has trouble feeling anything so positive. Still, she carries forward down the hall, around the corner, and to the main stairs. She strains to listen as they walk, but she can't hear Picard--all she can hear are the distant sounds of kickball, one of the synthetic bluebirds, and Agnes and Alton talking. They're just discussing some nonsense feature of Daystrom's campus and how something like it would look in the plaza--

Wait-- That, of all things, gives Soji a sudden blooming sensation of hope. They wouldn't be having a conversation about a decorative fountain if there was something serious happening? If they were writing eulogies and had to break serious news to everyone? Right?

Soji moves with sudden and renewed energy, her whole posture reverting to something closer to normal, something more alert and alive, as she goes from walking to rushing down the narrow flight of stairs. She's in such a hurry that, when she reaches the landing, she nearly crashes headlong into Agnes. The cyberneticist stumbles back on reflex, clearly startled by Soji's rushing, but Soji catches her by the shoulders before she can move more than a step.

"Woah--! Hey you're looking…uh…terrible actually. Are you--do you need anything? Arcana made cookies--"

Dr. Jurati had been nice, if somewhat awkward around her since they first spoke on La Sirena. Now, as she looks at Soji's tearstained face she wears a polite grimace. That expression only lasts a few seconds, melting away to open shock as Data comes down the stairs after her.

"Oh--" Agnes manages a strangled sound, her attention locked on the resurrected android, and Soji has to lean to break her line of sight. That finally gets her attention and she blinks, awed nearly into a daze, as she refocuses.

"Picard is he--?" Soji asks.

Okay?

Dead?

He isn't standing with them but his body is gone. What did that mean?

"He's uh," Agnes starts and her eyes dart a bit in the middle ground as she searches for the word she wants. Her polite grimace makes a return, but dissolves into an awkward smile as she continues. "I guess sleeping is the closest verb? Not a euphemism though, don't worry. He'll be awake in…."

She glances over her shoulder at Altan who is absolutely not looking at her. With him being no help at all, she returns her gaze to Soji and shrugs a bit.

"Maybe an hour or two, I think? He was slow to imprint, but everything looks nominal. He'll be up and doing crazy old-man stunts by…dinner?" Agnes shot a darting look at Data. "Did you--wait, is that why the computer went down?"

"It what?" Soji asks, horrified.

"Yeah, it's fine," Agnes confirms and waves her hand a little to dismiss Soji's sudden guilty panic. "We weren't using the main, but Seven was. Had to start her compiling over again--it's not important--"

Agnes steps to the side, out of Soji's loose grip, and beams nervously at Data.

"Hi there! If you're looking for the Admiral? He's through there, but not…super talkative yet?" She waves at him quickly and then gestures down the foyer, past the elated Altan Soong, toward the frosted glass double doors.