Hmm, you can tell that to Leonard McCoy if he ever comes here. He's the one who did it. He was quick enough to realize they needed to put me on ice to stop any more degeneration, otherwise I doubt even the transfusion could have saved me. As it is, the actual details of my return are a sealed secret within Star Fleet.
Resurrection of the dead wouldn't sit to well with a lot of the species we have relations with. But at least they didn't classify me as a zombie.
[ To say the least. Not like he didn't have problems with it on his own. Not that he wasn't grateful to be alive, but there was and still is survivor's guilt. How could there not be? ]
Must save you a fortune in beauty treatments.
[ He recognizes the deflection for what it was, choosing to run with it instead of probe deeper. It seemed inappropriate in such a public setting. ]