Sisko?!

Commander Rivers, acting Captain of the Alsea, had sat pensively in her chair as she regarded the data being displayed, quietly taking in all the information and attitudes of her fellow Starfleet officers after her unheeded speech. Her thoughts dwelt on that speech, and how illogical it was for the others to have seemingly disregarded her contribution - and how illogical it was for her to dwell on the imagined slight.

Her eyes drifted over to Oseno as she propped her cheek on her right fist, and noted that he was dutifully taking in the information about the Children. An inward, private sigh followed as she pushed aside yearnings for her past life as a security chief, an emotion quickly followed by sudden, abashed shame as she realized she hadn't been giving the attention Samji's information deserved.

Straightening up a bit more in her chair, she lifted her eyes to the display screen...and gasped. Joey Sisko?! Her radiant blue eyes widened as she stared at his dossier image. She sat forward in her chair, riveted to what the Fleet Captain was saying. She was all ears now, and when he finished with the details, she spoke up - nearly tripping over Lire's query with her own.

"Sir." She began, then shot an apologetic glance to Mr. Lire. She began again. "Sir, I would like the Alsea to deliver that strike team." Deliver? Hell, she realized: she wanted to lead that team herself. "You know I'm..." she searched for the right words, then shrugged and said, "familar with him, and if he's truly lost his memory, I may be able to help him recover it."

The words were tumbling out of her mouth before she could really think about them, which explained the faintly startled expression on her face when she brought up memories and their recovery. Still, she pressed on. "If nothing else, if the Horizon's Children poses as much a threat as you say, they're both the most immediate danger and the one Alsea should be facing down."