Riker: I nodded and tapped my combadge. "Riker to Ensign Crusher,"
Wesley: "Yes, sir?"
Riker: "If you're not otherwise preoccupied, beam to our coordinates,"
Wesley: "On my way,"
B'Elanna: We waited a few minutes, before a boy who couldn't have been older than eighteen appeared in a transporter beam. "This is your helmsman?" I asked in surprise.
Wesley: "Acting Ensign Wesley Crusher," I smiled and nodded. "Nice to meet you,"