This started SO WELL. It was brilliant. It was sleek. It was a cunning empress taking command of her galaxy and she was NOT messing around with the cheap caviar. But then we keep going, and suddenly she’s a ruler who started the party too eagerly, before the designing computer — call it the Givenchine — had finished rendering her skirt. Patience is a virtue, High Priestess Pike. Remember.

Also, can we talk about her pointer finger? You know the one. Her left one. That is some Arsenio Hall stuff right there. I suspect her hands are beautifully proportioned and this is just a trick of the angle and the light, but it does lend credence to the whole vibe that she’s an intergalactic specimen.

[Photo: WENN]