"I was about to send out a search party," Olivia jokes, as if she hadn't been keeping her eye on him. "Cheers." Glass raised in appreciation before she brings it to her lips for a sip.

There's something comforting about the way that beer is beer no matter where you tend to be. (Apparently.) "So... Starfleet captain. What made you decide that's what you wanted to do? Is that a childhood dream?"