Belfast
She appeared, as if she'd always been there, from the edge of the scene - a beautiful white-haired woman of a caliber at least the equal of Columbia's holy vessel. Unlike Enterprise she wore the garments of a maid with the perfect elegance of one to whom they were natural, like a part of her own skin. She wore a gentle smile, and held up a tray that steamed with hot drinks. "Of course, my lady."
The maid didn't bother to introduce herself, instead presenting the drinks to her lady and the guest - cups in front of them, pouring a pot for each. Without having to ask she prepared it exactly as Enterprise's taste buds appreciated it best, while with Lily...
"How would you like your's, miss?"