She enters

"I...needed to apologize," she says, her face flushing a bit.

"You--?"

"For the other day. In the cargo bay. You were simply trying to be polite with your...small talk, and I was rude. Please accept this apology."

You stand there, a bit stunned.

"Um, okay..." you say, still trying to figure out what in the hell possessed her to apologize for her typical behavior.

She moves past you, into your quarters, sizing you up, it'd seem, by the creature comforts you've assembled. Her attention becomes focused on a guitar. "You play this instrument?" she asks.

"The guitar? Oh, yeah. I guess Crewman Jones, brought it along, but gave up on it, so she said I could have it."

She nods, turning her neck to look back at you. "I, too, enjoy music. I sing."

You can't help but smile. "Seven...what are you doing?"

"I am engaging in...small talk," she says, flatly. "Have I made a mistake?"

"No," you say, walking toward her. "Not at all. I'm just...surprised, that's all."

"The Doctor gave me lessons in human social interaction," she says. "Though we...stopped, some time ago."

Nodding, knowing well enough not to find out exactly what that means.

"What kind of music do you enjoy playing?" she asks.

"Um...well, I guess old stuff, now. You know, mostly late 20th, early 21st century music."

Seven nods. "I am...largely unfamiliar with that era. Play something for me." Then, as an afterthought, she adds, "Please."

Smiling, you sit down, trying to remember your way through an old song by a UK band you liked. As you play, she sits, leaning forward, her ample breasts hanging, but still restrained by her catsuit.

"I...enjoyed that," she says. Then, abruptly, she stands up. "Tomorrow, I have reserved some time on the holideck. I've checked the duty roster, and we're both free. Will you join me?"

"Uh..."

For real? Is Seven asking you out?

"Where are we going?"

"You may decide," she says. "You may pick me up at the cargo bay at 1900 hours."

And like that, she leaves.