action;
[ seven, on the other hand, has spent the majority of the day regenerating. while it wasn't necessary for her do so for that long, it gave her ample reasoning to remain in her quarters room and avoid seeking out any nutritional supplements by way of making it up for it by regenerating overtime. not very human of her, but that, of course, was the point. when seven hits walls in her continued exploration of her humanity that frighten her or make her feel unsteady on her feet, she often retreats to the corners she feels are safest, more secure, and that usually includes taking steps backward in the progress she's made.
when she emerges, it's with her hair up in that familiar french twist and one of her skintight dermal sheaths - the maroon one - pulled on. it's the first time in over a week that she's worn one of the and not had her hair down, but that's too human and right now, while she's feeling confused, uncertain, and vulnerable, being borg is a protective layer that acts as a defense mechanism when she needs to keep her guard up.
she was not expecting to encounter the captain when she left the apartment, bound for somewhere where the chance of running into commander data was low. ] Captain. You should be sleeping.