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...s0 Harry throws it
in gear, floors the gas

and backs us right through
a burrito stand.

So when are you going
to teach me how to drive?

You sure you're ready?

I've piloted starships.

I think I can handle a car.

Ah, you'd be surprised.

The clutch on a '69 Mustang
can be pretty tricky.

Take a look.

She's watching us again.

She's working.

Relax.

Dessert?

What is it?

Some cheese I prepared
for our Kadi guest.

Tell me what you think.

It's a little bland.

Just a little?

Oh, that's bad.

The Kadi don't approve
of spices...

anything that might
inflame the senses.

You're talking this mission
very seriously.

The Kadi are easily offended.

The Captain's leaving
their representative

entirely in my hands
while she's at the colony.

I'm sure you're up to it,
Ambassador.

I hope so.

She's watching us again.

You're imagining things.

I don't think so.

B'Elanna.

Enjoying the view?

Explain.

You've been staring
at us all night.

In fact,
you were following us yesterday

when we were walking
to Engineering,

and the day before,

when I was waiting for Tom
outside the Shuttle Bay.

You are correct.

I have been observing you
as part of my research

on human mating behavior.

"Stardate 52647, 1400 hours.

"Subjects quarrel in corridor
outside female's quarters.

"Male returns with 12
flowering plant stems--

"species Rosa rubifolia--

"effecting a cessation
of hostilities.

Stardate 52648 0300 hours.
Intimate relations resume..."

How the hell do you know

when we're having
intimate relations?

There is no one
on Deck 9, Section 12

who doesn't know when you're
having intimate relations.

Is there a problem?

I want all the data
you've collected.

I haven't completed the study.

Then study this--

Borg provokes Klingon.

Klingon breaks Borg nose.

B'Elanna...

Call Sick Bay.

Tell them there's about
to be a medical emergency.

B'Elanna, let's go
have a nightcap.

This time,
you've crossed the line.

I've read B'Elanna's report.

Needless to say,
I was surprised.

I was careful
not to violate protocols.

That's not the point.

This is a starship,
not a nature preserve.

Oh, I'm missing a pip.

You asked me to broaden
my knowledge of human behavior.

I'm not questioning your goals,
Seven...

Oh.

It's your methods.

You shouldn't be taking
field notes on the crew.

Help me with this,
will you, please?

Have you ever considered
trying it yourself?

Romance, I mean.

I do not require
a romantic relationship.

So why did you collect
30,000 gigaquads

of data on the subject?

I'm late.

I missed this on my first pass
through their database.

Kadi monks only wash
with purified water,

so sonic showers are out.

I've already
equipped his quarters

with an ablutionary fountain
built to their specifications.

They observe
eight daily services.

Noted.

Show the ambassador
our best side, Neelix.

I don't want him going
back to his superiors

with tales
of how immoral we are.

Energize.

The ritual greeting.

Travelers who have left
the sanctity

of their home and family,

we welcome you into our home...

our family.

Accept these symbols
of our purity

and the Goddess
Mother's blessing.

Commander Tuvok,
the senior officer

who will accompany me,

and Mr. Neelix, who will
familiarize your ambassador

with Voyager.

Tomin is an excellent
judge of character.

He'll help us determine
whether your crew is worthy

of receiving our minerals.

He's in very good hands.

It is time to welcome you
to our home.

This way, Ambassador.

Voyager's an Intrepid-class
starship

with a crew of 146,

designed
for long-term exploration.

I thought we'd start with a tour
of our primary systems.

First stop-- Engineering.

I was hoping I might sample

a food item I noted earlier
in your data files.

"Hasperat"?

It's a Bajoran dish.

Very spicy.

I believe that your dietary
protocols prohibit

flavorful foods.

I want to broaden
my palate while I'm here

in the interests
of better understanding.

In that case,
first stop-- Mess Hall.

Your cortical implants
are operating

at peak efficiency.

Nanoprobe levels stable.

Complaints?

None.

I heard about
the Mess Hall incident.

This crew can be very efficient
at disseminating information

when they choose to be.

They say gossip travels
faster than warp speed.

So why were you studying
Tom and B'Elanna?

Scientific curiosity.

Are you sure?

Perhaps there's a reason
that hasn't occurred to you.

You're a woman, Seven.

Is that an observation
or a diagnosis?

A simple biological fact...

with repercussions
that are hard to deny.

What is your proposed treatment?

Perhaps you should consider

expanding your research
to the realm of dating.

"Dating."

You mean procreation.

One step at a time.

Dating is a human ritual

wherein two people share
a social activity--

get to know each other.

In time, it can lead
to a romantic involvement

and eventually, if all
goes well, even marriage.

One step at a time.

This could be an important stage
in your social development.

It's worth exploring.

The Captain would seem to agree.

How shall I proceed?

You mean, we.

I'll prepare a lesson plan.

Meet me on Holodeck 2
in one hour.

Most women start dating
a little younger than you,

but better late than never.

I've prepared an introduction.

I call it
"Love Amid the Stars."

The Milky Way.

Home to thousands
of humanoid species

and countless courtship rituals.

Klingon males initiate courtship
by biting the female.

Here we see two Bolians
getting to know one another.

The courtship rituals
of some species

remain shrouded in mystery.

For example, Species 8472

appears to have as many
as five sexes.

Bystanders better
keep their distance.

Of course, the species

you're most likely
to interact with is human,

so without further ado,
Lesson One-- "First Contact."

There are any number of ways

humans can meet
prospective mates.

Here we see
the "chance encounter."

Equally common is
the "formal introduction."

When first contact
is successful,

romance quickly ensues

and, in the happiest
of circumstances,

procreation.

Here we see how fortress ovum

is besieged by countless
little warriors.

Doctor, I am familiar

with the physiological processes
of sexuality.

Well...

then let's skip ahead

to the first
of the practical exercises.

Lesson Two--
"Encounter in a Public Place."

Computer, initiate holo-program
Paris 3.

Our location?

Chez Sandrine.

It's on Earth in a city
called Marseilles.

Ensign Paris whiled
away a good portion

of his Academy years here--

no doubt to the detriment
of his scholastic performance.

Now, pull up a bar stool

and pretend you've come here
to meet the man of your dreams.

"Hi, there."

"Hello."

"Come here often?"

"This is my first time."

"You must be new in town.

How do you like
the south of France?"

"It is very quaint--

exactly as I've
always pictured it."

"May I buy you a drink?"

I don't require
a liquid supplement

at this time.

You're not giving this
a fair chance.

This exercise is pointless.

It may seem pointless,

but small talk is
a vital dating skill.

It helps to establish
a rapport with your companion.

Perhaps there's
something to be said

for assimilation after all.

All right. Why don't you
try your own approach on...

that gentleman over there.

Go ahead.

Very well.

- Hello.
- Hello.

May I buy you a drink?

Uh... sure.

Steven Price.

And... and you are?

Seven of Nine,
Tertiary Adjunct of...

You may call me Seven.

Seven... that's-that's
an unusual name.

Uh, please, have a seat.

Looks like Sandrine's
is under new management.

Who deleted my pool table?

Shh. School is in session.

More social lessons?

Watch.
You might learn something.

Curious jewelry.

It's a Borg implant.

I was a drone.

Oh, so then it's
a family heirloom.

Borg do not have families.

They have unimatrices.

Well, in that case,
why don't you tell me

about your... Unimatrix.

They're hitting it off,
don't you think?

He's a hologram.

Your point?

Well, you programmed him
to interact with Seven.

Real people don't
respond the same way.

Under my guidance,
she'll be dating real people

in no time.

You're teaching
Seven how to date?

Talk about the blind
leading the blind.

I've had my share
of romantic encounters.

Hmm.

Are you implying
that Seven couldn't get a date?

What, are you kidding?

Half the men on this ship
would jump at the chance.

But getting a date is one thing.

Keeping it from turning
into a disaster is another.

I have every confidence
in her social skills.

Well, fine.

Let's say you get her a date.

This is the holodeck.

The cards are stacked
in her favor.

But if you want to really
put her to the test,

you have to do it
in the real world,

where anything can happen.

Mr. Neelix is hosting
a reception

for the Kadi Ambassador
on Thursday night.

Not only will Seven arrive
with a date,

she will have him eating
out of the palm of her hand.

Put your latinum
where your mouth is.

If Seven brings a date
to the reception

and leaves with the same date
on good terms

without causing
a diplomatic incident,

I will work double shifts
in Sick Bay for the next month.

And if she fails?

I get a month off.

It's a bet.

Where are you going?

Our small talk is terminated.

I have mastered this exercise.

We can proceed to the next.

If I were you,

I'd start looking for somebody
to fill in for me.

One Katarian pudding.

Mm-hmm.

Ah.

Mmm!

Ah, the texture is so frothy.

It seems to be evaporating
in my mouth.

The recipe includes
a catalytic agent

designed to do just that.

Mmm.

If we don't hurry,
we'll miss Lieutenant Torres.

She's been waiting half an hour.

You're right.

Engineering.
Your warp core.

I must see that.

In our society, males
and females work separately.

But I can see the wisdom
of your approach.

Promotes a more stimulating
environment.

It's time for third prayer.

Yes, it is.

But I think I can forego
this service

and perform
the appropriate penance later.

It's more important

that I continue exploring
your culture.

Perhaps another dessert.

Good morning.

It's time for Lesson Three--

"Getting to Know You."

Elaborate.

The key to finding
a compatible partner

is learning how to share
your interests and goals.

We'll start with hobbies.

What do you do
with your spare time?

Regenerate.

Uh-huh.

Tell me about your tastes,
your likes and dislikes.

I dislike irrelevant
conversations.

Okay.
Which brings us to "goals."

What do you want out of life?

Perfection.

Perfection is a laudable
goal for oneself,

but you can't expect
it from others.

I learned that lesson myself
when I was first activated.

One of the ways
I adapted was to pursue

interests people
could identify with.

Holo-photography, for example.

Opera.

Music does have intriguing
mathematical properties.

Excellent.

Perhaps we can
mold this curiosity

into an interest--

something you can
share with others.

Let's see how much you know.

Here we see...

A basic musical phrase
in the major mode.

I've done a preliminary study
of the topic.

Sing it for me.

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.

Seven, has anyone ever told you
you have a beautiful voice?

It's a true gift.

The gift is
from the collective--

a vocal subprocessor
designed to facilitate

the sonic interface
with Borg transponders.

Let's try something
a little more challenging.

"You Are My Sunshine."

It's a simple melody
from Earth's 20th century.

A good piece for beginners.

Sing.

The other night, dear,
as I lay sleeping

I dreamed I held you
in my arms.

That was... flawless,

but try putting a little
more emotion into it.

Like this.

When I awoke, dear,
I was mistaken

And I hung my head and cried.

See? Computer, add
instrumental accompaniment.

On to the chorus.

Together now.

You are my sunshine,
my only sunshine

You make me happy
when skies are gray

You'll never know, dear,
how much I love you

Please don't take
my sunshine away

You are my sunshine,
my only sunshine

You make me happy
when skies are gray

You'll never know, dear

How much I love you

Please don't take
my sunshine away.

Seven, I need the data

from those last two
astrometric scans.

In a moment.

That looks
like the crew manifest.

The Doctor asked me to pick
a suitable candidate.

For what?

Lesson Ten-- "The First Date."

Your... first date?

I've narrowed the list
to two crewmen

based on work performance
and compatible interests.

I didn't know you had
any interests.

Neither did I,

but, apparently, they include
astronomy, quantum mechanics

and music.

I play the clarinet, you know.

You are not one
of the candidates, Ensign.

Oh.

Well, maybe I can help
you pick Mr. Right.

Ensign Bronowsky,
assigned to the Airponics Bay.

His work record is flawless
and he plays the accordion.

Badly, very badly.

He's got no sense of humor.

Lieutenant Chapman,
Structural Engineering.

Chapman's a nice guy.

We worked together
on an away mission.

He seemed efficient.

Robertson, if that's you,
I need an isolinear spanner.

It is not.

Ooh.

I apologize, Lieutenant.

I didn't mean to startle you.

No, my fault.

You need something?

Your presence is required...

...er, rather, it is
requested tonight.

1900 hours, Holodeck 2.

Another Engineering simulation?

Dinner.

"Dinner"?

The consumption
of nutritional biomatter.

No, I know what dinner is.

I just...

Are you asking me to join you?

Yes.

State your response.

Okay.

Yes.

Please be punctual.

I will. Thanks.

A dropped tool can be
a workplace hazard.

Be more careful next time.

Seven, please state the nature
of the medical emergency.

I have a date.

Sorry I'm late.

It's quite all right.

In fact, why don't you
take the day off...

relax?

Those double shifts
are going to take

a lot out of you.

Oh?

Seven of Nine has
a date tonight.

If all goes well,
as I'm sure it will,

he'll accompany her
to the reception tomorrow.

Who'd she pick?

Lieutenant William Chapman.

Chapman!

Good luck.

What's that supposed to mean?

He's renowned
for being nervous around women.

So?

Are you kidding?

Seven's dominant personality

will have him running
for the airlock

before dessert.

Seven may seem intimidating,

but that's only a reaction
to the way people treat her.

In fact, she's...

an efficient
and charming young woman.

Efficient--
I'll give you that--

but charming?

Most people don't
take the time to look

beyond her exterior.

Did you know she has
a lovely singing voice?

Uh, no, I didn't,
but then again,

I've never asked her
to sing for me.

What are you implying?

Well, it sounds like
you're getting

a little infatuated
with your star pupil.

"Infatuated"?

That's absurd.

Whatever you say, maestro.

It was part
of the lesson plan!

You're meeting with him
in ten minutes, Seven.

Why aren't you ready?

I am.

Aren't we forgetting something?

Lesson Eight--
"Dress for Success."

My appearance is sufficient.

Sufficient, yes,

but you could use
a little more... panache.

Let's start by doing
something different

with your hair.

I don't have much
first-hand experience

with this, but, uh...

try...

shaking your head a little bit.

Is this more appropriate?

Yes.

When I first designed
your dermaplastic garment,

I also tried my hand
at some casual attire.

You might want
to replicate one of these.

How shall I choose?

I think you'd look
very nice in...

this one.

I am uncertain how to wear
such a garment.

Assist me.

Oh, I--I'm sure you'll manage.

I'll go prepare the holodeck.

Remember, the idea is
to have fun tonight.

I'll expect a full report
in the morning.

You-you look beautiful.

Thank you.

You look...

beautiful as well.

Thank you.

Uh, would you like to sit down?

Where is
our designated location?

Best table in the house.

I wasn't sure
you'd actually show up.

I requested your presence.

Well, to be honest,

I thought one of my friends
put you up to it.

Um... champagne?

Synthehol impairs
my cortical function.

Water will suffice.

Mind if I...

Proceed.

I must admit
I'm a little nervous.

Elaborate.

Oh, um...

let's just say it's
been a long time

since I've been out on a date.

I've never been on a date.

As a result, I am experiencing
anxiety as well.

Well, I guess that means
we've got something in common.

Uh...

Garcon?

Server, report to this station.

We require your assistance.

Problem?

This creature has
an exoskeleton.

It's a lobster.

They're a delicacy on Earth.

Try it.

1 will replicate you
a new garment.

I'm fine, fine.

It's just a little bit of...

exoskeleton.

Maybe we should order dessert.

You wish to accelerate
our social encounter?

No, no. I didn't say that.

I'm just, uh...

I'm having a very...
interesting evening.

W-would you like to dance?

That activity is
covered in Lesson 35.

I haven't reached it yet.

Well, I'm not much
of a dancer myself...

but it might be fun.

As you wish.

Oh...

Relax.

Try to relax.

You seem a little tense.

Relaxation would disrupt
my chronographic sequencer.

It allows me to maintain
synchronous movement

with the music.

That's handy...

but maybe you could ignore
your chronographic sequencer

and, uh, let me lead.

That's better.

Oh!

You are damaged.

No...

I'll be all right.

You've torn a ligament.

I'm afraid you'll have
to report to Sick Bay.

Mr. Paris will treat you.

No need to mention
how this happened.

I had a great time, Seven.

Let's do this again...

s-someday.

I have failed.

Nonsense.

Even Romeo and Juliet
hit a few snags at first.

Besides, Lieutenant Chapman's
not the only lobster in the sea.

I wish to terminate
our social lessons.

Just because you didn't
achieve perfection

your first time out
doesn't mean you should give up.

Dating is a poor means
of interaction.

There is far more efficiency

in the way
you and I communicate.

We say what we mean
simply and directly.

You and I do have a rapport,
but we're colleagues.

We're not pursuing romance.

No.

I'm certain you'll be able

to master these basic
skills in short order.

My first date was
certainly short.

Was that a joke?

Lesson Six-- "Beguiling Banter."

Now you're getting
the hang of it.

Perhaps this evening doesn't
have to end so abruptly.

This may be a good time

to cover Lesson 35--
"Shall We Dance?"

Computer, play "Someone
To Watch Over Me"

instrumental only.

We'll begin
with some simple steps.

Place your left hand
on my shoulder

and your right hand in my left.

Now... follow me...

one step at a time.

Don't worry. I don't have
any ligaments to tear.

Another drink!

Ambassador!

Neelix!

My friend, my... host...

my... savior.

Neelix, I want you to meet,
uh...

Alandra...

and Tria.

What are you doing?

I'm sampling yet another entrée

on the menu of pleasure
that you have opened up for me.

I checked today's menu,
and they're not on it.

Coffee-- black.

Neelix, I decided
to go exploring

and I found your holodecks...

and I discovered this little gem

still simmering
in the memory buffer.

We can explore it later.
Right now, we've got to get you

to your reception.

Mmm... pungent taste.
What is it?

Coffee

and there's plenty more
where we're going.

No coffee on our colony.

Nothing to tempt the appetite

of even the most
weak-willed novitiate.

Neelix, a confession.

I am thinking of
leaving the colony--

joining Voyager.

I want to throw off my vows

and immerse myself
in your wonderful culture.

That's just
the synthehol talking.

No, I've never been more
clear-headed about anything.

And I have you to thank.

That's right...
there we go...

It's all you...

Hard at work?

Our lessons
have disrupted my duties.

Then I suppose you're too busy

to attend
the Ambassador's reception.

My presence is not required.

True... but it might be
an opportunity for you

to apply your newfound
social skills.

Lesson 11--
"Life of the Party."

Exactly. Join me?

Are you asking me on a date?

I suppose I am.

Then I accept.

Is my appearance sufficient?

You look perfect.

How do you bend
a hologram's ear?

Use a prism.

What did the counselor
say to the hologram?

"You're projecting."

This humor...
it's a revelation.

Ambassador?

Very good.

Uh... are-are you sure

you wouldn't prefer
some more coffee, Ambassador?

Coffee. Mmm, yes.
I'll have that, too.

Go.

Neelix...
is it my imagination

or is our guest of honor drunk?

Commander, I tried.

I had an itinerary.

I even set up a prayer dais
in his quarters,

but I just couldn't control him.

The Captain is due
back in the morning

with the Kadi Minister.

What do I do?

Pray.

Well, well, well.

What do we have here?

Mr. Paris, I believe you know
Seven of Nine--

my date for the evening.

Oh, you don't say?

Well, your last date
ended up in Sick Bay.

I hope this one
goes a little smoother.

There's no need to be insulting.

It's all right, Doctor.

I believe he is merely
engaging in small talk.

May I get either
of you gentlemen a drink?

Ah, yes, gin and tonic
with a twist.

You know I don't drink.

I don't have
the stomach for it.

A well-crafted joke, Doctor.

Impressive. You've actually
taught her to be polite.

But don't think
you've won our bet.

She was supposed
to bring a real date.

Photons and force fields,
flesh and blood...

why quibble over details?

I'm just as real as any of you.

Where is that funny man?

Mr. Tomin, please,
why don't we sit down?

Ah, there he is--
there he is.

Ensign Paris, tell us

another one of those
hologram jokes.

You've been stealing
my material?

That guy's so lubricated
he'll laugh at anything.

There he is.

The Ambassador of Humor.

I could use a little help here.

Seven, perhaps now
would be a good time

to review Lesson 23--
"Toast of the Town."

Very well.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I require your attention.

May cultural differences

encourage us to build bridges
of understanding.

To all that makes us unique.

Who is
that extraordinary female?

Seven of Nine.

I want to meet her.

Take a number.

That was lovely.

Thank you.

I've got to admit it--
you've done wonders.

All right, you win.

"Win"?

I know when I'm licked.

You tell me when you want me
to start those double shifts.

You made a wager regarding me?

Clarify.

It's not what you think.

Um, don't blame him.

It was my idea.

I believed your interest

in my social
development was sincere,

not motivated by personal gain.

It was sincere.

Clearly, I am not the only one
who requires social lessons.

Thank you for a lovely evening.

Hey...

Why don't we
go back to my quarters?

I've studied human
mating rituals.

Remove your hand
or I will remove your arm.

Did you hear
what she said to me?!

I am the guest of honor!

Ambassador,
it's been a long day.

Maybe you should get some rest.

No! I'm not leaving!

I want another drink!

I thought synthehol
wasn't supposed

to have this effect on people.

Most people.

The enzymes
that break down synthehol

aren't present
in his bloodstream.

Can you counteract
the effects?

I can synthesize the enzymes,
but that'll take days.

Days? The Captain will
be back in the morning.

Maybe he needs a cold shower.

If his superiors
find him like this,

he'll be banished
from the colony

and our trade agreement
will go right out the airlock.

Oh, Seven of mine.

It may be possible to encode
some of my nanoprobes

to assimilate
the synthehol molecules.

Assimilate me.

There may be
some adverse effects.

Please...

But it's worth a try.

The Kadi have rules against

medical procedures
that haven't been sanctified.

I'd say he's already
violated a few rules.

What's one more?

Either we treat him
or he remains intoxicated.

You're his caretaker--
decide.

Nanoprobes.

I owe you an apology.

Nanoprobe extraction is an
insignificant procedure.

My systems will adapt.

No... I'm referring
to the... wager I made

with Ensign Paris.

I can see how you
might have felt manipulated,

but I assure you
that was never my intention.

I accept your apology.

I want to make this
perfectly clear,

so there's no room
for misunderstanding.

I asked you to go with me
to the reception

because I enjoy your company.

In fact,
over the last few days,

I feel as though we've...

grown closer.

Closer?

We've become
more than colleagues.

We're...

friends.

Friends? Agreed.

I should begin.

Of course.

I'll take over from here.

Mr. Paris...

hypothetically...

if one develops romantic
feelings for another person,

how does one usually
go about expressing them?

It's for one of Seven's
social lessons.

Ah... well, I recommend
the direct approach.

Tell the person how you feel.

What if the feelings
aren't mutual?

Well, that's the risk
you always take.

Oh... thank you.

Why don't you tell her?

Come on, Doc.

It's obvious the Ambassador

is not the only one
in this room who's intoxicated.

Impossible.

She's my student.

A hologram and a Borg?

Stranger things have happened.

Just look at me and B'Elanna.

Uh, could... could we
walk a little slower?

They're due back any minute.

But my throat feels
like an ancient parchment.

Can't we go back to Sandrine's
for a refreshing glass of...

Oh, no, no, no, no.

No. No, no, no, no.

Those doors... they're so loud.

You've got a hangover.

Neelix, I don't remember
much of last night,

but... I imagine I might
have said some things...

You spoke eloquently...

charmed the entire crew...

your reception was a success.
Understand?

Yes.

Neelix, you've been
most patient.

Well, that's my job.

And it isn't over yet.

Welcome back!

Good to be home.

How's it going?

All systems
functioning normally.

Ensign Kim detected
a minor fluctuation

in the sensor array,
but he took care of it.

I was referring
to Ambassador Tomin.

Did he enjoy his visit?

Oh, well...

well, I would say that he, uh...

he enjoyed himself immensely.

There are many distractions
aboard this vessel.

You didn't indulge
in any of their more...

colorful traditions?

Of course not!

We followed the itinerary
that you approved

to the last detail.

Oh... shame.

Your Holiness?

It isn't a violation
to explore new experiences...

as long as you don't make
a habit of it.

I see your point.

Shall we conclude
our negotiations, Captain?

By all means.

I'll show you
to the briefing room.

Good work... Ambassador.

Do you like them?

Species Rosa rubifolia.

State your intention.

I wanted to congratulate you

on the latest phase
of your social development.

Why don't you read the card?

"You are my sunshine."

These past few days have been...

unforgettable.

You've brought light
into my life, Seven.

You have developed
romantic feelings for me.

It's as if you've become
a part of my program.

When we're apart,

I feel like
I'm missing a subroutine.

I don't expect you
to reciprocate...

but I wanted you
to know how I feel.

Computer, end program.

Enter.

Seven...

I wish to speak with you.

What a coincidence.

l... was hoping to speak
with you as well.

Regarding?

You first.

What's this?

It's a medical tricorder.

I enhanced its scanning
resolution by 33 percent.

You once stated you desired
a more efficient instrument.

I suppose I did.

It is a gift.

Lesson 22-- "Thanks
for the Memories."

Is it insufficient?

No... no.

It's very thoughtful.

I chose to convey my gratitude
at this time

because I no longer require
your assistance.

It's obvious there are

no potential mates for me
aboard this vessel.

However, if I encounter
a compatible individual

in the future, I will again
seek your guidance.

Guidance.

Of course.

You said you had something
to tell me.

I just wanted to say...

the past few days...

have been unforgettable.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Computer, activate
holo-program Paris 3.

Won't you tell her please
to put on some speed

Follow my lead

Oh, how I need

Someone to watch over me.