While having a sit down conversation with Doctor McCoy was hardly efficient considering she was there for the sole purpose of working on the Doctor's programming, Seven still found herself stepping further into the room and moving to one of the available seats. It was rare for her to sit down, aside from meals, and it was obvious in the way she perched upon the edge of the chair with her back ramrod straight and feet firmly on the floor.
Every lesson she'd ever received from the EMH on idle conversation was flickering through her mind, prompting her to make use of this moment and view it as a learning experience. After a brief pause, she began to speak. "The technology is antiquated and I am unaccustomed to remaining upon a planet's surface for an extended period of time. However, I am... adapting."
She paused then, just a moment to give the information time to settle, before continuing. As she waited, she considered how to address their commanding officer in a conversation like this one. In private, she referred to him as Jim just as the man sitting across from her did. In public, however, Seven was the epitome of regulations and protocol. It simply wasn't proper, to call him anything aside from his title.
Yet it also felt wrong, referring to him in such a manner while speaking to his best friend. Finally she opted to go with what felt right, rather than what the rules of proper conduct befitting officers stated she do.
"Jim and I are both doing well," she assured him. She didn't discuss their relationship. It wasn't that she didn't trust the man sitting in front of her, she did. Jim trusted him explicitly. She simply wasn't comfortable discussing such private matters with others. So instead she pinned him with a contemplative look and turned the conversation to him.
"And you, Doctor? I realize it is hardly my place to comment but you appear to be..." Malfunctioning. "Under duress."