Seven stood naked before the mirror of the sick bay en suite, studying her reflection. Her hair fell in soft waves around her face, just brushing her shoulders. The sonic shower had restored scoured all the blood from her body, but the blond felt as if she still bore the stain. Her eyes trailed down past pert breasts, following the silver bands of borg implants that surrounded her ribcage. Seven's reflection tightened a mesh covered fist, watching the human muscle and skin of her arm bunch and smooth between the metal.

Tears welled up in blue eyes, as Seven forced herself to look away. She reached for her newly replicated biosuit, dressing in a hurried and efficient manner, before pulling her hair up in its customary twist. Communicator in place, she strode to the door, exiting the en suite with squared shoulders, and collided immediately with the doctor.

The hologram blinked up at Seven of Nine from his new spot on the floor of sick bay.

"Doctor, my apologies, I did not expect you to be in the pathway of the door," Seven's tone while sincere held a coldness that the EMH had not heard from the former Borg in quite some time.

He got to his feet, dusting off his dignity, reaching out to stop Seven as she proceeded on her intended course to the door of sick bay. "Seven, I would like to speak to you for a moment," he said meeting her eyes, with what he hoped was kindness.

Seven shifted her gaze down to where the hologram held her enhanced arm. She did not wrench her arm away from him, though she wanted to, but returned her gaze to the smaller man, ice chips seeming to form in her blue eyes.

The doctor took the hint, and cleared his throat. "I won't ask why you entered sick bay covered in Klingon blood," his normal sarcasm had reduced several levels, but was still present, "since I treated Lieutenant Torres for a severely broken nose not three hours earlier. But would you mind telling me what caused you to strike her?"

"I did not strike Lieutenant Torres," Seven had not anticipated this charge, and her surprise was evident in her tone. The charge did follow logic, she had to admit, for she herself had displayed no injuries, while the engineer had apparently been hurt. "Did the Lieutenant accuse me of such and act?" Seven looked around almost expecting a security team to burst through the door.

"No, no, of course she didn't," the doctor waved his hand in dismissal. "She gave me some song and dance about dropping a tool on her face." He snorted. "Seven if you didn't hit her, then how did you get her blood…" the doctor trailed off, noticing as Seven turned to scan the doorway, a small red mark just below the starburst implant on her cheek. "Well then," he muttered adding two and two and surprisingly coming up with four. "You and B'Elanna," he smirked.

Seven was uncertain of what the imaginative hologram had deduced while looking at her, but she knew it couldn't be good. "I would appreciate it if you kept this incident to yourself doctor." Seven stated, drawing herself up to her full height. "It is of a personal nature."

The doctor's hopes of controlling a plum piece of gossip, blew away on the wind, but the hologram nodded his agreement. "Well if you insist."

Seven nodded curtly, spun and made her way from sick bay without another word.

"Goodbye to you too," the doctor groused as the door slid shut behind the statuesque women.