"Oh, yeah," she called back. "I do this sort of thing every day before breakfast."

Which, in Zelien, might have had something of a ring of truth to it. But here, she was mostly playing the game she always played, trying to make it abundantly clear that she did not and would not sit at the kiddie table of life.

...even if these stupid Starfleet types in their space pajamas were forcing her into a fairly powerless position.

"Leave it," she said of the jacket, "we've gotta get the hell out of here."