Adaptation, irrelevant...

[annikahansen]

::nears fourth day of medical leave, the vast majority of said leave having been spent in considerable discomfort, reclined horizontally in bed::

::has used self-judgment to determine that at present, risk to sanity is far greater than risk to health::

::paces tight circle in somewhat cramped crew quarters aboard the NX-Enterprise, glancing

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[ltcmdrtomparis]

::pokes head into room as hatch opens, catching sight of annikahansen moving away::

::offers knowing grin::

Aha. Caught you, did I?

[annikahansen]

::stares, daring challenge::

I merely rose to answer the door.

[ltcmdrtomparis]

Really.

::makes way completely into room, stepping aside to allow jenay_paris to duck past legs::

::quirks brow at drone::

Why, Seven, if I didn't know better...I'd say that was an out and out mistruth.

[annikahansen]

The Borg do not lie, Commander. They merely dissimilate when warranted.

::reaches out a hand to halt young girl's onslaught, staring again::

You have enlisted assistance in 'checking up' one me?