He could be leaving.
If the auto-timer is programmed the way I think it is, in about two minutes we should be on our way back to a place called “New Jersey.”
You mean your people are going to invade… CLEVELAND?!
There, I’m just another colored boy who can hit a curveball.
A long journey.
You bet it is; you get caught, and I kiss the world goodbye.
Keep up the act.
We have no other industry.
Espresso - I release you.
Their lives are in danger, and they’re beaming over cargo? Number One, I don’t understand these people.
There’s no place I’d rather be.
It must be very lonely: a princess in a very … high … tower.
So you think there is no logic? No calculus of life and death?
How shall I explain…are you familiar with the intricacies of what is called, here, ‘music?’
Welcome to the Enterprise.
Is something important supposed to be happening here?
No wonder he missed you so.
He was such a genius. What a waste.
Tricorder… medical tricorder."
No. As you pointed out, he’s “Falcon, a hired assassin who’s going to do everything he can to kill you.” And without the holosuite safeties in place, he may do just that.