Beverly only hopes that whatever nanites Trance and Harper have brought onto the ship don't cause the kind of trouble Wesley's nanites caused for everyone a few years ago. She sweeps her tricorder over Harper immediately, taking readings while the nanites get to work.

After a few moments, she relaxes and smiles. "He's going to be just fine. It looks like all traces of the Magog eggs have been eradicated, and the nanites are already getting to work repairing what tissue was damaged. Thank you, Chief O'Brien."

He smiles, and looks relieved as well.

"What sort of something?" Beverly asks, now that they're out of the woods.