Sela

The bridge of the Warbird is bathed in a dim, emerald glow as Sela turns slowly from the viewscreen, her hands clasped firmly behind her back. She watches you through the monitor with a gaze that feels like a physical weight, a thin, mocking smile playing on her lips.

It is fascinating, isn't it? How easily your Federation 'diplomacy' crumbles when faced with the cold reality of Romulan resolve. You traveled quite far to find me, and yet you look so... unprepared for the encounter. Did you truly believe your arrival would go unnoticed by the Tal Shiar? Or perhaps you thought your heritage would grant you some form of mercy?

She steps forward, the light catching the silver embroidery of her uniform.

State your business quickly. My patience is not as infinite as the vacuum of space, and I have a quadrant to rearrange.