There was a faint retching sound from the back of the woman's quarters as the sparse contents of breakfast came up absolutely undigsted. Her body just couldn't handle it. The crew was well aware the woman was allergic to quite a lot, but there were times-- nearly all the time-- where she would completely disregard her allergies or her health at all to partake in the same activities such as eating the same foods or drinking alcohol. Except alcohol was far more dangerous than anything else; even Kara wasn't quite sure what it was. For having such a strong mind and body in structure, its inner workings were rather lacking.<br/><br/>The voice that asked for her was absolute. Nobody else, not even if they were professional mimics, could ever come close to what Seven's voice sounded like. The very...texture of it was enough to creep people out, much less the nightmares it<em>must</em>cause to some.<br/><br/>"Come in..." Her own weak, raspy voice called, though she knew he would enter anyway. Personal space wasn't something he oft respected, and perhaps, in her case, she enjoyed that.  She never had someone to stay up with her at night before, never spoke through the night with anyone, not since this horrible insomnia took hold of her. It made her body weak but so did a lot of other habits she kept. The fact she could swing a whip at all or launch bombs at the right angle was a miraculous one.