I know I'm not doomed to be alone, but... sometimes it feels that way [she confesses, biting back on the sigh that wants to slip from her lips.] I can't even look at someone without thinking about what my parents would say. If they'd like him, I don't want him, and if they wouldn't, I know it'd be putting the poor man through hell.

[She shrugs; she knows she's being ridiculous.] But this isn't about me. This is about how you should go ask Spock on a date.