| ..."It is important that Riley talk in order to convince the Casseiopeians of our good faith." Spock folded his hands on his lap. "I would suggest that one of you speak with him and attempt to gain some information."
Sulu retreated physically. "I'm not good at that kind of thing," he said guardedly.
"You are the most likely candidate, Mr. Sulu. You and Mr. Riley worked together closely."
Me and Mr. Riley don't see eye to eye on a lot of things, Sulu thought. "Kevin's a pretty sensitive guy," Sulu said. "I've been telling him for the past year that one day he was going to go too far. I'm just being honest with you, Mr. Spock. The minute he's off duty he goes on benders-well, I don't want to say anything bad about him, because he's a friend, but believe me, he's not going to appreciate my showing up as if to say 'I told you so.' He'll pop off against me and start ranting about how inscrutable I am and work himself into a drunk without any liquor at all."
Mr. Spock nodded slowly. "I appreciate your observations, Mr. Sulu. Mr. Chekov?"
Chekov raised his eyebrows. "I don't know him very well, Sir. I say hello when he goes off and I go on, and he says hello when I go off and he goes on." He pitied the poor Vulcan, as he tried to imagine him drawing out the half insane, undoubtedly drunk and drugged young officer. "But I don't mind trying," he said amenably, standing up.
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