“Uhura. African, right? I’m Summer.” She squeezed once, then knelt so she could look Uhura in the eyes more easily. “It’s going to be okay. Can you tell me what happened, before you got here? What you remember.”
Uhura simply nodded to the young woman before her hands moved to brush her hair from her face, attempting to keep herself calm, but it seemed unlikely. She was centuries from her time, from her family. “I was on the transporter deck of the Enterprise—” She then looked to the girl, feeling slightly foolish. “I am a communications officer on a Starfleet vessel.”
“Did Reed finally get those teleporters working, then? He’s probably hiding them or some such nonsense,” Summer mused. It seemed like a fairly simple coordinates mixup, to be causing such a complicated amount of anxiety. “Well then, it’s simple. All you have to do is tell me where your ship is, and I’ll fly you back there myself.” She paused, smiling a little. “I hope you aren’t afraid of heights.”