Ronan dragged Janeway to the back kitchen. He wound around the shelves, stove, and storage cabinets and pulled her into a small pantry. He threw her up against the wall, stepped in, and shut the door. He walked over and cornered her.

Janeway looked up and met his hard stare. His eyes almost lacked pigment but there were definite hints of blue to lend them a tiny bit of warmth. She felt his hot breath on her face and watched as his hands came up to play with the loose tendrils that had escaped her tightly wound bun. She moved her head to escape his touch. The move angered him and he hit his fists into the wall behind her.

"If you are trying to intimidate me, it won't work," she said.

"Don't be so sure." He grabbed her hair from behind and pulled. Janeway let out a cry as he painfully wound his fingers through her hair. "I'm in control here, not you! When will you accept that, Captain?"

"Tuvok to Captain Janeway."

Janeway gasped to catch her breath to respond to Tuvok's call but Ronan leaned forward and shook his head. He grinned and pawed at her chest tearing the combadge from her uniform. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed it away.

Janeway heard the metal clatter somewhere on the floor. She drew in a deep breath as Ronan relaxed his grip. As he did so, he pulled her hair down and let it fall around her face and shoulders. He smiled and stepped back, appraising her.

"You're very pretty. We don't have women on Cadia with your color eyes."

Janeway remained expressionless. "Cadia? Is that where you're from?"

Ronan hesitated and then said, "Yes."

"Is your planet part of the Vizi Alliance?

Ronan stiffened. "Yes, for now."

Janeway scanned his face. "Is that what you want? To break from the Alliance?"

Ronan smirked and dragged a finger across her cheek. "I thought you don't involve yourself in the affairs of others, Captain?"

She turned her cheek away. "You've made this my affair. I'm involved. I have a right to know why."

Ronan grabbed her shoulder and squeezed. "No, you know what I want you to know."

She slid down to release the pressure from his hand. "Okay, I could help you though. Tell me what you need."

Ronan laughed. "Don't you think I recognize what you're doing? It won't work."

Janeway shrugged. "It was worth a try."

Ronan's face grew cold and he shoved her against the wall. "I don't like being toyed with, Captain!"

Janeway exhaled and pushed against his chest. "And I don't like being manhandled by a common thug!"

He laughed again. "You are so small." His eyes widened as he leaned close to her ear. "And if you think I am handling you rough now…Wait."