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Grinning at Maren's eagerness to get out of sickbay, I waved her to the door, "Right now okay with you?"

At the eager expression on her face, I smiled, and followed her out the door, Harry close behind.

There's really not much to tell about the tour… I introduced Maren to Seven, and several others. All of whom didn't blink an eye at the sight of a Morian without special life support.

We ended up in Neelix's territory, the main dining area. As we entered, a smell, as usual, greeted us, "This is where we all eat Maren. Since we are trying to spare the replicators, someone has to cook…"

I would have said more, but I was interrupted…

"Well, hello there stranger!! My name's Neelix, and you must be Maren! Everyone's been talking about your rescue, you're practically famous on board! Can I get you anything to eat? Uh, if you don't mind my asking, but what DO you eat? Morian's have a pretty strict diet from what I hear… but you're not a typical Morian…"

A/N: Your turn Hilary!!