seven of nine (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} borg) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} marinanova, |
[ seven takes a small step back, and trails her hands from his back, to his neck and shoulders, then down his arms to his hands, watching the path she traces as she speaks. (she's never been a tactile person, but now that touch is prohibited, curiosity is taking over and she's finding that she rather enjoys tactile contact -- this particular aspect of it, anyway.) ]
It is... awkward, being around the captain. He was assimilated as I was, thus his knowledge and experiences became one with the Collective. I know things I would otherwise be unaware of. I suspect it makes him uncomfortable as well. [ her gaze lifts to meet his own as she slips her hands into his. ] I am glad that the Collective's attempt to assimilate you failed. I do not possess similar information regarding you. [ schematics, knowing how to repair him, and successful graft organic material onto his frame are one thing; knowing what he things, what he feels, what he remembers is another. ]