[ data may not be feeling any strain, but seven is. her superior borg strength inaccessible, she's demoted to that which is suited to the human parts of her body. suffice it to say, it is not adequate or up to her personal standards. she's used to having the potential to break a weaker person with little effort, to put it roughly. and at the end of the work shift, she finds herself legitimately sore. it's a new experience, but one she doesn't want to be experiencing.
she finds data after returning the garden tools to their proper place, coming up beside him and resting a hand on his arm. (she's panting a little. how very un-drone like of her.) ] Perhaps we should not have deactivated my homing beacon. The Borg would be a welcomed reprieve from forced labor.
[ terrible joke, but seriously. at least the collective could fix whatever's wrong with her. ]