Philippa looked at her curiously. She was confused and didn't know what Michael was on about. "Of course, Number One. Who else would I be?" she asked frowning. None of this made sense. Still, she was glad that Michael was alright. She was worried that the Klingon's would go on to kill her protege after they had killed her during the battle. She wished she had listened to her to begin with. Perhaps things would have been easier for them all if she had listened to her. Michael had never been wrong before so why now? Just because she needed to follow the rules, it didn't mean that they were right.