"Eighteen years, six months, and twelve days," was the answer to the first question. As for the second—
Seven hesitated. Her father's voice rang out in her head, shouting for her to run and hide, accompanied by the sounds of her mother's screams. For a moment, she was back on the Raven, the deck plating beneath her feet buckling as the ship tore through the planet's atmosphere.
But it was only a moment, one that she did a remarkable job ignoring.
"My parents were careless. They brought a young child along with them in their attempt at studying the Borg. I do not fault them for the inevitable outcome."