Harry smirked, liking her words and attitude. "And I you, Miss Jacobs." he nodded to her, then met her hand with his own. "We're somewhere around the 24th century, and from the flashes of light, I'm willing to bet Q is responsible for this." He sighed.

"The bad news is that he is... well, more powerful than most planetary gods. A lot more. Which means, we are likely stuck."