The Doctor hummed happily as he reviewed the sickbay supply list in his office, looking up as the doors opened with a zwoosh. He was surprised to see Seven-her standing appointment wasn't for another six days. "Seven, what are you doing here?" He said, exiting his office.

Seven proceeded to describe her attempt at conversation with the captain and commander.

"I'm glad the captain finally seems to be letting someone in-she has a heavy weight on her shoulders. She deserves someone to enjoy spending time with," he said, almost wistfully.

"Taking command of a starship stranded 68,237 lightyears from its home planet would be taxing to the average human," Seven agreed. "It must be comforting for the captain to have someone to confide in." The doctor was impressed at Seven's insight. She had come a long way already.

Seven turned to leave. "Wait, Seven!" The doctor said hurriedly. "Perhaps you'd like to stay and practice your conversational skills for a while?"

The doctor could've sworn that Seven's normally blank visage broke a smile-a very subtle, small smile closer to a lip twitch, but a real, human expression nonetheless. Something in her icy blue gaze softened.

"I believe that would be beneficial, doctor. I would also…enjoy it."

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