In your quarters

A few days later, you're enjoying some down time in your quarters. It's a modestly-sized room for the ship, though it's much larger than any apartment you ever enjoyed in your old life. You're sitting in a chair, treating yourself to a replicated coca-cola (which ALMOST tastes right), playing around on your guitar. Then, your doorbell chimes. Standing up, you slip on your old Chuck Taylors (had to replicate a few old creature coforts) and walk over to the door.

"Come in," you say.

Tom Paris steps in, carrying a stack of books. Not pads; BOOKS. "Hey; I finally got these out of storage. They're the real thing. Antiques..."

"Wow..." you say, looking through the titles, disappointed and overjoyed at once at seeing The DaVinci Code among them. "I had no idea you were a collector..."

Suddenly, another ring at the door.

"Expecting company?" Tom asks.

"No..." you say, looking at the door. "Come in?"

Seven of Nine walks in, quickly averting her eyes. She almost seems embarrassed. "Crewman. I...apologize. I didn't realize you had company."

Tom looks at you, raising an approving eyebrow. "Actually, Seven, I was just leaving."

Before you can say a word, Tom leaves the two of you alone in your room. Nodding, you walk up to Seven.

"So, Seven. What's up?"