He flipped the book over, tapping its cover. Making his way slowly through its title. Perhaps she was experiencing cold feet -- a kind of anxiety over her place in this world. That much was evident. And so, despite often being her harshest reality critic, he softened: "Some futures are worth waitin' fer. Lowly ensigns don't make majors over night."
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He flipped the book over, tapping its cover. Making his way slowly through its title. Perhaps she was experiencing cold feet -- a kind of anxiety over her place in this world. That much was evident. And so, despite often being her harshest reality critic, he softened: "Some futures are worth waitin' fer. Lowly ensigns don't make majors over night."