[ seven, bullheaded as ever, attempts to walk through the force field. were she still more borg than human, her skin discolored and largely covered by a drone's exoskeletal plating, she would be able to pass right through it with ease, her body adapting to the shield's frequency modulations. but although her body is still capable of doing just that, the proper adjustments haven't been made to her implants and the result is nothing but pain. it doesn't stop her from trying it again, resisting the demand in vain because she has no desire to kiss someone who is not data. ]
I will not comply. [ eric's fangs don't even phase her, her attention — her glare as good as her captain's — directed at the invading, demanding robot. ]