I do not own Star Trek Voyager. (I had to say that because otherwise Paramount would sic the Borg on me.)
Does anyone know why it's called a catsuit?
Some Questions are Answered
By Temporal Paradox
Chakotay signaled at the door. Seven told him to come in. He looked around the cargo bay. She wasn't in a regeneration alcove, nor was she working at the center console.
"I will be ready shortly," she called to him.
"Where are you?"
"Behind the alcoves, preparing to go to the musical performance." A replicator whirred.
"What was that?"
"I just dressed."
"So that's how you do it," Chakotay mused.
Seven appeared soon thereafter. She was wearing a slightly altered version of her usual purple suit that she apparently just liked to wear, since the silver dermal regenerator suit was no longer needed. This suit had glitter embedded in it.
"You're wearing your hair down this evening. I like it."
"Thank you, Commander."
"Seven, we've been through this before. We're off duty. You can call me Chakotay."
"Yes, si-, Chakotay." They exited the Bay.
"That's better, Seven. By the way, if you don't mind my asking, do you have to come down here every time you need to go to the head? (A/N: Bathroom)
"No. I do not 'go to the head'. There are implants that recycle waste into energy that aids in the function of the implant network. But if you are referring to the removal and replacement of my clothing, I have another unit established in Astrometrics. In case something happens that requires a change of clothes."
"Ah. So what do you need to change clothes for?"
"When you arrived, I had just left the shower."
"Oh. I definitely need to get you assigned to quarters of your own. Anything else?"
"If something splashed onto my outfit, or a console burst, burning my suit."
"I see."
"S... Chakotay, why do you want to know so much about my attire?" The turbolift opened and they stepped in.
"Deck nine. Just curious, Seven, just curious." The doors closed behind them.