Seven drunkenly staggered out of sickbay. She had stayed there all night assisting the Doctor (well, she tried to anyway- the Doctor had to keep repeating himself), but she had passed out shortly and had just come round a few hours ago. All the miserable crew members seemed to laying in a stupor and both the doctor and Mr. Paris were nowhere to be seen. Boring! Seven thought.
She suddenly stopped in the middle of the hallway. Although she certainly felt emotions under her mask of efficiency- irritancy and impatience, chiefly-never had they been easier to understand and act on. Pleased with her realization, she wobbled on.
Seven had been stumbling up the corridor for a few minutes and was starting to get nauseous, a feeling completely new to her. Her vision swam, she stumbled; she was falling! Oh no, she wasn't- Seven looked up and realized a crewmember from engineering had caught her. His jacket was unzipped and his blue shirt was stained and dirty. Seven's new-found instincts switched to alert; she did not like the way he was leering at her or his arms encircling her waist, hands sliding lower.
"Hello," he grinned. Seven said nothing.
In an instant, he had shoved her into the wall and pushed his mouth hard against hard against hers, effectively pinning her there. Seven was deceptively strong and thrashed like a caught fish, squealing through the forced kiss, but her attacker had taken her by surprise and she could do nothing as his hands groped her trembling body, until at last-
"Oof!" Was all the drunken engineer had time to grunt before another vicious blow sent him staggering into a wall and then sprawling on his back, completely unconscious. A boot toe lightly kicked his shoulder and the crewman's head lolled back.
Seven's eyes travelled up the shoe to look into the face of her savior. "Designation B'Elanna Torres, Chief Engineer!"
