“No, sir.” Denna shakes her head, quick to agree and clarify. “The opposite, in fact.”

“Worf is the Chief Security Officer over the whole of The Enterprise, of which our guests only make up a very minute percentage of. I am suggesting, instead, that we consider likening an smaller scale position for Tasha over our guests, seeing directly and specifically to their safety, as his stands over the ship. From which she could liaise with, and report to, both Lieutenant Worf and yourself.

“She knows all of Starfleet’s rules and regulations already, and not once yet has knowledge of her death, or her separation from her service, or her friends, caused her to act out in a way you would need to feel concerned over.” Which did not mean there were none.

But that Tasha had every right to the reactions she had already.

For her losses. Separation. Confusion. Her death.