"Seven, you don't understand."
"You are correct. I do not. And I fail to see the purpose of your stating the obvious."
"Seven…" Janeway sighed. "I can see where you're coming from on this. But really, you have to understand—"
"Captain. I fail to see how I cannot understand something and then understand it in the very next sentence. Please explain."
A fine-boned hand rose to the Captain's forehead as she disguised a tremendous sigh as a light exhalation. Seven, for her part, stood several feet away, fingers curled loosely at her sides and ocular implant arched into her hairline.
"Listen carefully," Janeway said at last. "I don't know what kind of scrape you got into with Ensign Kim, but I want you to clear it up, and now. I won't have my crewmembers acting this way. Given Astrometrics' close work with Operations, your behavior is unacceptable. Clear it up, or I will. And believe me, you do not want me stepping in. Now. Are we clear on this matter?"
A slight pause. Then: "Yes, Captain. I believe we are."
