[Trip's in his quarters, in his uniform like usual, and he looks pretty content. Not super happy, definitely not trying to be braggy or obnoxious or anything, because as weird as this place has been, he's not really looking to burn bridges or anything on his way out of here.

Not that he really has any bridges to burn, anyway.]

It's been... a really interesting couple months. [Or years. Not that he remembers that, but he knows about it, and he's heard a lot of weird stuff about his future. Not all of it's bad - he's not exactly pissed to hear that things apparently worked out great with him and T'Pol, and that their daughter was safe - but he's still had a hard time wrapping his mind around what Malcolm had said about him quitting his job and going undercover as. Something.]

And I'm not exactly ruling out that I'm 100% done with this place- I mean, apparently this is round two already? [Round three, actually, but who's counting?] But I've got stuff I've gotta get done back home, and [And now there's a sort of incredibly, incredibly relieved smile on his face, because seriously.] I really wanna get back and see my sister.

[Because holy shit, she's alive again, and he really wants to get back and see her.]

So, stay outta trouble, I guess. Maybe we'll run into each other again sometime.

[Private to Felix]

Invitation's still open, if you're ever looking for somewhere to settle down after you're done here. Pretty sure there're like half a dozen colleges and whatever that'd love having someone like you around, even if Starfleet's not up your alley.

[Private to Dean]

Thanks. [You've been a good pal. B(] I'd say keep an eye on him, but I don't think that's gonna be a problem.

[Private to Malcolm]

[This is harder, because he doesn't want to just ditch him here, but he can't promise he'll be back, either, and he really, really wants to go home.]

I'm sorry for running out on you like this, Malcolm. [And he is, really. He still doesn't really fully understand what the hell was going on in his friend's future, but he really doesn't love what he's heard, and he wishes there was some way to make it up to him. And this... isn't really it.] You wanna hit the pub before I head out?

[Spam for the Engine Room + Level Eight]

[Trip hasn't necessarily been avoiding Felix since they got back from port, but he's certainly giving him space, which is why he's been careful to avoid hanging around the engine room while he's scheduled to be there. Apart from that, though, doing some work down there on trying to figure out how exactly this ship ran and what they could to to keep it running was a pretty good distraction from feeling like he'd made the biggest mistake of his life agreeing to come here.

So he's become a relatively common sight entering and leaving the engine room, occasionally covered in grease or grime or dust, and he works quietly if anyone else isn't interested in conversation, or engages more or less enthusiastically if the rest of the staff's willing not to be intolerable to talk with.]

[Private to Felix, after this thread.]

Dean told me what happened. You alright?