action;
[ it is unlike her to hug, but seven knows — is coming to realize — that such is not as untrue as it might have been back on voyager. she wouldn't hug there, for it wasn't in her nature to in that setting. life aboard a military vessel had not introduced her to more relaxed social behaviors of humans as much as the doctor's lessons hoped to. it was time here in marinanova that made the action something that was like her, especially where this particular individual was concerned.
because seven does hug him, whirling back around towards the entrance and move swiftly towards it do just that. tactile contact dismisses any and all previous notions of this being a hallucination, a side effect of her cortical array malfunctioning in the wake of the doctor attempting to remove it from her skull. these experiences were real — are real. data is real, and so is she. ]
I do not wish to go back.
[ going back means back to the equinox, if not lost to the dimensional stabilizer. back to the uncertainty of her survival, her resistance quite possibly her own undoing. ]