Cambridge blows out a breath. "Well, let's see," he says. He's going to avoid anything specific about Tom's mental state, then and now. "It begins with Chakotay, of course. He instantly disliked me, for several reasons. I insulted the ship, first of all, and then I defied his expectations, which he seemed to take personally. Of course, what he picked on was that my uniform was wrinkled. Then, you were the one who had to handle all of the personnel complaints I accumulated in my first several months, which were numerous. I imagine that was quite the annoyance."

Tom may notice that now, while Cambridge's uniform isn't exactly pressed or sharp-creased, it's not really wrinkled either.

"When I declared you unfit for duty, it was much later, and it all wrapped up in a few days." Cambridge waves a hand, dismissing that, as though it were hardly relevant.