As the overlaid recording of the greetings draws to an end, Voyager's concentration returns to the present conversation at hand. He beams back at her bright smile, heartened by the positive reaction.

"Yeah, it really is marvelous, huh? They wanted to collect as many samples of the world's words as they could! Fifty-five human languages, ancient and modern...these were made to greet interstellar civilizations!"

It's a brief bit of a shift, here, as Voyager touches upon this topic now. The way the slow and careful cadence of his own words now quickens, focuses, takes on more of a clarity and surprising eloquence.

"I'm on a voyage through the stars. I'm the first, so I'll be the guide. And when they sent me out, they gave me the messages to carry, in case I'm intercepted someday." He places a hand on his chest, fingertips over the star-crested logo on his tunic there, and he puffs up a bit with a clear sort of pride. "There's these greetings, and music, and pictures of the world! --Well, like this, I don't know how to send the pictures yet. But, out there, we hope it can tell somebody some things about Earth...wouldn't that be really wonderful?"