<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">SEVEN</span></span></div><div align="center">---Current Location: Kara's Quarters---</div><br/>Seven made a show of forcing all the excess muscle mass from his skull, preening like some great gelatinous cat until everything had been smoothed back into place.  It was difficult to tell if he was actually messing around for comedy's sake or if he had been completely serious; then again, it was a rare occasion indeed that he didn't confuse everyone with his intentions.<br/><br/>"I would graciously accept any gift of trimmed follicles from you, Ka-...Human Kara.  They would be put to excellent use, I assure you."<br/><br/>He had followed silently after her, resting one hand delicately on her shoulder and guiding her reassuringly down under the covers of the bed, promptly pulling them up to her neck and affectionately tucking in the sides like a doting parent.  "You will need much rest for the perils to come, and I will not tarry a moment longer than is necessary.  May your nightly phantasms be pleasant ones, or lead you gently into quiet oblivion."<br/><br/>And he was gone, his hulking form vanishing as quickly as it had appeared.  The door slid shut and locked automatically, the overhead lamps dimming into a peaceful twilight.<br/><br/>And in almost no time at all he was present once again at the Bridge, slipping in behind<strong>"Ettie"</strong>and clearing what passed for his throat as loudly and abruptly as he could possibly manage.  If Seven actually went out of his way to startle people, he certainly wasn't about to admit it.<br/><br/>"Human Etienne.  Human Kara has been returned to her quarters and is resting peacefully.  Food Allergies.  In the interest of keeping her heart rate at acceptable levels, I suggest<em>you</em>alert her upon our arrival into Earth's orbit.  My face is not one that promotes healthy waking procedures."<br/><br/>He stalked his way to the front of the Bridge, pressing his face as near to the windows as the safety seals would allow.  Though distracted by the view, he managed to pry one or two eyes away to focus back on his disgruntled companion.  "Human Etienne.  What are your feelings on this new development?  Not presumptions.  Not sarcastic or embittered predictions.  What does your instinct say?  That primal well throbbing within you.  This is different, yes?  It feels...Off."