Nose in a PADD, Kathryn meandered through their shelter reviewing the Doctor's research on their illness. She walked unseeing toward the washroom and was just leaning into the door when it opened. She stumbled in.
"New Earth to Kathryn," Chakotay teased as she pushed against his bare chest to right herself.
"Hmmm?"
"Why so engrossed?"
Without taking her eyes off the PADD, she responded, "It's the these RNA-like promoter regions that are causing the trouble; they undergo rapid mutation and rarely fail. Such a high tolerance for variation is -"
"Maybe it's time for a break." He pressed down on the PADD until she looked at him.
Kathryn was immediately flustered by his state of undress but hid it well. "Chakotay, you brought the towel of dubious fortune."
"It's a lucky towel," he insisted. "We're still alive, aren't we?"
"We could be stranded here for the rest of our lives."
"We're lucky it's just us. We could be stuck here with Neelix and Tom and Harry…"
Kathryn blanched. "Enough!"
He touched her hand. "I feel very lucky to be here with you, Kathryn."
"I'd feel the same if you wouldn't monopolize the bathroom. You done?"
He gaped, laughed and left.