"Yes," she said, pleasantly surprised that he had accurately assumed that it was a designation and not necessarily a name. "It is an abbreviated form of my full designation: Seven of Nine, Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix Zero-One. My crew found it to be a 'mouthful,' and I agreed upon the shortening after rejecting their request to use my human name."
That girl was an innocent, free of guilt and unmarred by the technologies implanted throughout her body. She was not. Annika Hansen was gone.
Pausing in her ministrations once more, Seven looked up at him. "Perhaps, but I know what it's like to be a...danger to those around you, to be feared, to be better off dead. Regardless of your past transgressions, it would not have been right to allow you to perish when I was capable of repairing you. Irrelevant death serves no purpose."
His statement, however, made her wonder if the crew would have treated her so kindly if she'd arrived here in her fully (or near-) assimilated state, disoriented and inconsolable after having been disconnected from the Collective so abruptly. Would they have assisted her, or tossed her out an airlock like the rest of her subunit had been?
"Your offer is appreciated, but a reward is not required."