The answer was simple - one mere word - and yet it spoke volumes to the frustration felt by the woman who replied. It was the same every morning, which is why she was so frustrated, and her entire demeanor to those who truly knew her said as much.
Turning her attention away from the console, her gaze swept over Jim. Her expression appeared as neutral as it typically did. However there was a certain gleam to her blue eyes that all but screamed just how maddening she found the lack of progress, antiquated technology, and situation in general.
Before she could put her irritated thoughts to a voice, Seven looked back to the console. For a moment there was nothing more than the low beeps from the computer and clicks from the mouse and keys on the keyboard. After she'd finished entering in the information she'd been working on before he arrived, she spoke once again.
"You deviated from your morning routine," she commented, glancing over her shoulder at him. Her brow was slightly arched in silent curiosity. "Why?"