With so many worlds out there, technology is merely a small part of what makes them all special, and so different from one another. It's okay not to know these things.

[ Even to him, the Enterprise seemed on par with the inventions of the Empire rather than the level of comprehension possessed by Rubrum, though the fondness for exaggerated scale ultimately applied to both.

But that was hardly the point he wanted to make, if all they had now was unique on its own. Even if it wasn't permanent, for each one of the fateful meetings had its own day of parting already set in stone, their time together was real and that's what mattered.

How is it that each time he came to similar conclusion, it was with her by his side? Perhaps it was that, working in conjunction with her words that sparked a thought in his mind while they were just about to leave the main section of the hall only to retreat to the sidelines, again. ]

... It really does.

[ It was a slightly different, new kind of resolve that caused his steps to come to a halt, his head already angled slightly so as to address the questions the melodist would surely have. After all, it could be considered a rather strange point to stop at, unless....

Conveniently, a new song had just begun playing for those gathered in the hall and wishing to dance along to the music. ]

What do you think about it? The melody?