Seven merely gave a slight incline of her head, having assumed he would welcome an opportunity to speak about something other than the familial issues that plagued him. She didn't answer him in regards to what she had 'rigged up', although she did make a passing mental notation that apparently both James T. Kirk and Tom Paris tended to have similar slang usages in their vocabulary. Instead of speaking, however, she simply opened up the door to the spare bedroom and stepped inside, then to the side, to give him room to enter.
Within the room there was still a bed, but that was the only furniture that had been there that still remained, and even it was against the far wall which made it almost unnoticeable. Honestly, Seven wasn't sure why she'd opted to keep the bed. She certainly wouldn't use it, and she doubted anyone who was assigned to room with her would willingly stay if given the option of finding another room with a more... orthodox roommate.
The rest of the room, however, looked completely different. Three large, flat-screened monitors were hanging from three of the four walls and offered a panoramic view. There were no less than four separate computers that were all connected together and housed in a metallic cabinet beside a large, conference-sized table that was positioned in the center of the room. The smaller monitors that had come with the computers were positioned at precise angles upon the table in order to guarantee she had a view of the progress of whatever she was working on, regardless of where she stood at her workspace.
Lights surged to life as they entered, the motion sensors easily picking up on her smooth, fluid strides into the center of the room. The only thing that was missing, that she'd yet to find a way to truly duplicate in an effective manner, was the 'voice' of the computer. She also hadn't gotten all of the voice prompt commands sorted through, but had decided to make that her next project once she'd finished with the one she was working on.
There was a chair - another source of uncertainty on Seven's part as she had no intention of sitting while conducting any scans. It had seemed fitting, however, to have at least one present in case someone else wished to do so. An unusual gesture of hospitality from the former drone, to be certain, yet something she felt Captain Janeway would find pleasing if she were present.
"I have been conducting scans of the stars in an effort to ascertain our precise location both physically as well as temporally," she stated as she stepped up to the table where the computers were placed, glancing at Jim before touching one of the touch-screen monitors which brought up a visual on the large flatscreens that surrounded them. Her own gaze slid upward to the image as she continued to speak. "According to my data, the alignment of the stars should appear as such provided the information regarding the date and assumed location is accurate."
Her fingers moved swiftly across the keys, her gaze still on the larger-than-life images in front of her as she transposed the way the stars should look over the way they did. "They are misaligned," she summarized simply.