It was hardly likely he’d be mistaken. She was as striking as ever in a blue catsuit that showed every line of her curvaceous form, her blond hair tied back, and the lights glittering off the Borg implant over her eye.
She sat, acknowledging Jon for the first time with a certain awkwardness. “The Doctor... recommended that I visit this establishment. He suggested it would improve my understanding of humanity. ” She continued, almost as though she was letting off steam. “I maintain it would have been more efficient to help B’elanna realign the warp coils, but Captain Janeway all but ordered me to follow his advice. So I would like to... place an order. I believe that is the custom.”
Jon nodded. “I assume you are familiar with the... ah...”
“I have had time to familiarise myself with the protocols,” she replied tersely.
“Then may I ask who madam would like to order?”
I slight, almost human smile, played over her features. “I would like to order...”
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