The Seven Solution, 3 [L - Kathryn Janeway]
San Francisco, 1000 hours
Seven's breakfast had been interrupted by another incoming communique from Admiral Necheyav and she'd promptly abandoned her meal and escaped her quarters. She still thought of her home in terms defined by her four years on Voyager even though she knew the proper label for such a civilian dwelling was "apartment."
Yesterday she had found a new gym. With her relationship with Starfleet at an end, she'd no longer had access to the Starfleet facility she had made use of since leaving Voyager. Despite a physique maintained in part by Borg implants and nanoprobes, she required physical activity. Not merely to keep her body in peak condition, but also for the mental benefits it conveyed. This morning she'd definitely felt in need of physcial activity.
Annoyed with Nechayev's continued attempts to contact her, she had gone to pushed herself hard. She'd only left the gym when the other patrons' sidelong looks had degenerated into blatant stares. She'd worked hard enough to need a shower--and that was hard indeed for the former drone--and was just reaching for a towel when she heard the door chime that announced a visitor.
She frowned at the thought that Necheyav had decided to seek her out in person and then scowled at how much primacy the admiral had in her thoughts. She quickly pulled on cotton pants and a t-shirt without bothering to finish drying off. If it was Necheyav she was going to demand an end to this immediately.
Seven's breakfast had been interrupted by another incoming communique from Admiral Necheyav and she'd promptly abandoned her meal and escaped her quarters. She still thought of her home in terms defined by her four years on Voyager even though she knew the proper label for such a civilian dwelling was "apartment."
Yesterday she had found a new gym. With her relationship with Starfleet at an end, she'd no longer had access to the Starfleet facility she had made use of since leaving Voyager. Despite a physique maintained in part by Borg implants and nanoprobes, she required physical activity. Not merely to keep her body in peak condition, but also for the mental benefits it conveyed. This morning she'd definitely felt in need of physcial activity.
Annoyed with Nechayev's continued attempts to contact her, she had gone to pushed herself hard. She'd only left the gym when the other patrons' sidelong looks had degenerated into blatant stares. She'd worked hard enough to need a shower--and that was hard indeed for the former drone--and was just reaching for a towel when she heard the door chime that announced a visitor.
She frowned at the thought that Necheyav had decided to seek her out in person and then scowled at how much primacy the admiral had in her thoughts. She quickly pulled on cotton pants and a t-shirt without bothering to finish drying off. If it was Necheyav she was going to demand an end to this immediately.