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Oh I wouldn't dream of asking you to refuse her assistance. The Borg are very capable in their craftsmanship. Surely she carried some of that over even after being disconnected from the Collective.
[He gives Data an amused, pointed look.] I expect you to trust that I will not allow her to harm you. Understood?
[He nods in the direction of a tall building that looks something like apartments.] Come. We'll find Seven of Nine and then seek shelter before nightfall.