Trip froze, communicator still up by his face, because she was an Orion woman. At least he was immune to her pheromones. Except T'Pol wasn't here - at least not in this room - and now he started to worry. He didn't find her any prettier than the other Orions, but he wasn't sure if that meant anything.

He shouldn't judge a whole species based just on a few, but he did anyway.

"What happens?" he asked, giving her a suspicious look, but he closed his communicator and dropped his arm.