Take a look around.

You’re walking around the ship, just exploring. Suddenly, you hit an extra-rocky area. The ship shakes upon impact, & you are thrown across the room. You land on the floor next to Seven of Nine. “My… mistake… Sorry,” she says, obviously being led by the Borg in her at the moment. “No. It was an accident. Nobody’s fault,” you say. “Not that I have a problem falling into you.”

“Falling?… Falling… is… problem. Why not?”, she asks. “Because you’re hot,” you say flat-out. “Hot? What… means… hot?”, she asks. “It means you’ve got looks guys like. The guys where I’m from would love a chance to have sex with you.” She sill isn’t getting it. She says, “What… is… sex? Is… good?”

“Definitely,” you tell her. Suddenly, you see a glow in her eye as though she catches on. “Then I would like to have it as well,” she says.