I assume no one here wants to volunteer for an experiment in genetic engineering, right? [Dramatic sigh.] And I suppose I'm not allowed to try building a weapon, either? It isn't like I could even test it. [Not enough space.] And that when there's nothing else to do on this ship.

[Private to Seven]

Do you want some more of that Silverleaf tea?

[His voice is quiet and for the most part he sounds as if he's simply reading a letter aloud. Which he's kind of doing, just without actually having written it beforehand.]

Narvin, I fear that as long as you insist on being intimately involved with an alien, I cannot continue our relationship as it is. Should you decide to [stop this madness] end ( Read more... )

[Private to Omega]

Are you unhurt, my friend?

[Private to Seven]

How are you, Doctor? [He's sounding oh so concerned.]

[Private to Omega]

How is Narvin? [Said with his best imitation of regret. Which would be convincing enough for most people, but since Omega isn't most people... Well, at least it shows that he tries.] And you?

Incidentally, do you know how to make tafelshrew with schlenk sauce?