I walk into the sickbay on the Bajor to see the back of my opposite number. She’s sitting on one of the exam tables stripped to the waist. Tight, corded muscles flex under the skin as she looks over her shoulder and sarcastically asks, “See anything you like, Captain?” I give her the hairy eyeball. “I don’t swing that way. Just saw you, is all.” “Excuse me, tub?” I glare at her. She grimaces. “Sorry.” I let her stew for a moment, then, “Computer, please direct Dal Kanril to the restroom.” I focus on her again. “Follow the green light at the baseboard.” “Warragul! Where are you?” “The who?” “Really?”