Kurt seized upon that neural implant almost immediately and almost stopped breathing for a moment because that implant was the first sign of home he'd had since arriving here. This time, when he looked at York, those hazel eyes were a lot more warm and filled with excitement.

"I am. Lieutenant Commander Kurt Ambrose." The rank and assumed name tripped off his tongue much more readily these days. But then, he'd had twenty years to live as Kurt Ambrose and not Kurt-051.