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[ seven can relate -- in a way. she feels everything as a human should with her right hand, but her left is still heavily augmented in ways that would've resulted in the loss of her limb from the elbow down had the doctor attempted to rid her of the exoskeletal plating. she can feel with those metal finger tips, but not in the way she does with her ones of flesh. temperature, texture, basic make-up -- she registers it all, but she does not really feel it. that hand can withstand more than the one that grows nails naomi wildman has asked repeatedly if she could paint, but it is limited in other capacities. ]
I usually do not enjoy not knowing. [ it's the borg in her, too used to knowing and finding it frustrating when there is something she doesn't know that cannot be easily obtained. ] But, I am glad that I don't.
[ the warm smile her lips curl into is followed quickly by a look of confusion, a tilt of her head. not accountable? but... ] I am Borg; I elicit apprehension. I am accustomed to it and do not take offense to it.