After wiping her cheeks and eyes before blowing her nose with the torn piece of pillowcase. She let her eyes drift shut, holding a palm to her forehead with the elbow resting on her knee.
"When it comes out I feel like I just emptied who whole self by shooting it out my nose..."
There was a slight smirk that made it to the surface and managed to hover for a time.
"...You really should try an Andorian, then. Maddeningly complex compared to what you're used to I'd imagine. Or myself for that matter. I once spoke with a Jem'Hadar Third during the proving runs of the Daedalus. Took him prisoner and I got assigned to keep an eye on him. Had some wonderful conversations. Didn't have a clue about any of this sort of thing. I think we learned a lot about each other's culture. Found many similarities in our methods, Romulan and his. After a while we came to terms with each other. I certainly admired his focus and drive, even when wounded. Pity though, when we returned him in exchange for one of our own, they executed him and opened fire on us. He was only a couple years from being an Honored Elder. I guess he must have known what was coming... Must be nice to be so at peace with it."