"Woah, hey personal space buddy. And yeah, It's Lieutenant Paris. Do I know you? Wait, were you present at my court martial? Well, yeah, it's Lieutenant. And if you have a problem with that, well you'll have to take it up with Captain Janeway. Who isn't here right now. So keep it to yourself. And unless you want to be accidentally eviscerated I'd keep away from the angry half Klingon too. That would be my wife."

What was with this man? He just rubbed him the wrong way, and in this case, literally. What was with the poking?

"So...Do you have a name?"