"Perhaps," Seven responded, her gaze once more back on the makeshift viewscreen. The data flew by at a rapid pace, her eyes scanning it quickly and committing it to memory for later analysis. She could sense him approaching her but didn't look away. That is, until he placed his hand on her shoulder.
The information on the viewscreen paused as Seven's head turned, her gaze once more landing on the man now standing beside her. She peered at his hand briefly before meeting his gaze. The eyebrow that was covered by her Borg implant arched toward her hairline.
"You are attempting to... comfort me," she stated as a matter of observation. "A trait it would appear Captain Janeway and you both share. Commander Chakotay says it indicates she is a good leader. I would imagine the same carries to you, as well." Her gaze flickered back to the viewscreen then, the data once more streaming across the screen at a nearly blurred pace. "Your attempts are appreciated but unnecessary. I am irritated the solution is not presenting itself. Nothing more."