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[The perusal of the brochure warrants a pause at the section about "robots", though he supposes he must be an exception to the rule. He would have to be to be here, he assumes.]

I suppose this is not the first time I have phased from reality... [It's said to himself as he looks over the other brochures, and even balks a bit at Nathan's. They explain everything and yet minimal information simultaneously. He finally abandons the brochures to investigate. He taps his communicator, first.] Data to Enterprise, come in, Enterprise.

[He waits for a moment, listening to the buzz of the communicator with a muted look of confusion.]

Greetings? I am Lt. Commander Data of the USS Enterprise. I am seeking assistance.

[He frequently sounds formal. Voice kind, not entirely flat but close to it. It's just a touch nasal, but not offensively so.] I am afraid that I am lost. [Even with a guide, he supposed that was the best way to describe this manner of situation.] I found a shop aboard Deep Space Four and it led to here, wherever here might be. Could someone please respond if anyone is within audible range. [He pulls out his tricorder to scan.]

I am getting no logical readings with my tricorder, they are in constant fluctuation. [Said to that someone that might-be-listening-but-he-wasn't-sure-was] Air quality is indeterminate. Gravity is indeterminate. Life signs are also indeterminate. Presence of atmosphere at all is indeterminate. And... I do not specifically recognize any of the visible star formations. It would take me approximately five hours to run a full analysis of one small area though to judge whether or not the positioning could be indicative of an earlier or later point in the Milky Way galaxy.

[He closes the tricorder and replaces it in his utility belt, as it seems that it would be useless here.]

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Yes, I've found that my definition of "impossible" has had to change a bit. [She looks around them briefly, then back to him.] I haven't been coming here long myself. I thought maybe I could take some readings and bring them back to the ship for analysis, but nothing definite ever turns up on the sensors.

Nothing appears on my tricorder, either... Though with some of the encounters that I have had it is still delegated to the realm of improbable rather than impossible. It at the very least is intriguing. [if ominous.]

[She gives him a small smile. His speech patterns sound Vulcan, but he obviously isn't. In fact, she's not sure what race he is.] I agree. Though it's hard for me to accept that there's something unknowable out there.

I already am aware of a being that can transport one to environments such as this at his will. He has done so frequently with my crew... However, I'm uncertain as to how much I am permitted to divulge in the circumstance I might disrupt my timeline. [The tricorder is fiddled with in a nervous gesture, a natural one that he's unaware he was making but will be happy in retrospect about.]

[She's intrigued, to say the least, but her logical side says it's better not to push for info.] That's probably the wisest course of action.