[ Chilled him to the bone, that stare, but then it was exactly the same stare he had no doubt she'd turned full force on a Borg Queen or two during her time all at sea. He wasn't about to question it, or spill a single word and risk the full force of her ire, so he was quick to raise his hands in mock surrender, stopping only to reach down, zip his lips, lock them and throw away the imaginary key.

And when he was done being silly, trying to laugh off the icy, uncomfortable feeling her warning had left in his gut, he turned back toward the fire, just for a second, before slanting his gaze back toward Janeway again.

He gently nudges the subject on to something less terrifying. ]

You realise it's almost Christmas? Of course, you probably don't celebrate it, but I have. Never was there more contrast between the best and worse of humanity than Christmas.

If these curses should be Gregorian based, as I think they are, then we almost certainly have reason to prepare for the worst. Don't you think so?