[Fun fact, much like Nahla, Delia has a flagrant disrespect for sitting in chairs properly (and a similar oft aversion to shoes--she likes them, but is just as often without, weather or outfit depending, tonight, she's without, given the loose pants and top she's wearing), as she's draped sideways in the chair she's sitting in, her back against the armrest and her legs draped over the other.]

The thing with the 'good old days', or hells, even the past in general, is that it teaches is, echoes into the future like thunder.

[Delia gestures with her glass for emphasis]

Even the ...questionable things, that we've seen or done, is still chances to learn, or adapt. Gods know I've definitely got experience there.

[Delia's past isn't exactly a secret, given the whole ...thing with her mother being a notorious pirate overlord, who's clashes with the broader Emerald Chain were legendary, Delia and her younger sister were lucky to escape that madness, finding a place in Starfleet, even with their troubles at the time with, well. Everything.]

But what's gone is gone. We can't bring back exactly what was from the ashes of what we lost.

But maybe we can take what we remember, and take what we've learned, and build something better. I don't see it as clinging. You were there. [another gesture with the glass, before she takes a sip] Something a lot of the rest of us don't have the benefit of.

But is it right? Only time'll tell, I'm afraid. [The Orion woman shrugs, leaning towards the table to grab her bottle and refill her glass]