“Something strange came up on one of your tests.”
“Oh…yes, I know what you’re talking about. The genetic instability? It’s a family trait, you can check my chart, Doctor.”
“Really? I don’t remember seeing it…oh…I guess it is in your chart. Huh. Okay. I still think we should monitor it. It could lead to complications, especially on away missions.”
“Of course…I’ve monitored it myself all my life. I’ve been assured it wouldn’t interfere with my Starfleet career. Believe me, I’ve been through all of this before.”
“No doubt. Well, otherwise, you seem very healthy, Captain.”
“Thank you for your time, Doctor.”

“Good day, Ensign!”
“Ummmmm…good…day? Are you visiting? I’m sure that Captain Nyco will be up soon, if you’re looking for her…”
“What…are you talking about? I am Captain Nyco!”
“…no? Is this a test, Ma’am? Please…just wait for the Captain to get up. I’m sure that she can help you.”
I AM THE CAPTAIN.

“So you’re basically a person from the 23rd century with a bunch of history downloaded into your brain, but we’re going to give you a starship, a crew, and a bunch of missions anyway because we are in the middle of wars. Which you will also have to get caught up on. Sounds good?”