"Be happy to. Wanna watch?" Trip said bitterly, not that he'd give Degra the pleasure. He wasn't going to let a fucking Xindi be present when he dressed down another Starfleet officer.

"An' I knew it! How any more people ya gonna take out huh? Seven million wasn't enough?" Now he defensive and stood up straighter, hands clenched in fists. Oh how he wanted to hit the alien sitting in front of him. For his sister, his state and his crew. And even a little for himself.