"Damn it, Hoshi, can't T'Pol leave my reports alone?" Trip paced the length of his quarters, forcing her to duck his flailing arms and perch in the chair.

"Relax, Trip, it's part of her job," she said. "Besides, nobody expects you to be a good writer."

"Thanks for the support," he growled.

"I just meant-"

"I know what you meant." Trip leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, pouting.

She sighed. "What did she change that's annoying you?"

Trip flushed a brilliant red. "The first paragraph now says that the problem was 'excessive coupling in the warp coils.'"