"I thought you people believed in individuality and the like," she replied, sarcastically. Really, it was always the same. No matter how individual they claimed to be, the chain of command always forced the mind into line.

She can feel the slightest bit of that agitation. Just the tiniest spark. She needs to flame it.

"If you are helpless, then you are of little use to me - or your crew. But listen carefully, doctor: the being who sent us here. What do you call him? Q? I have felt his power. I have harnessed it."

She carefully leaves out the part where it overwhelmed her. Besides which, that is what practice is for.

"I can harness it, with time. Channel it. I can free us all."

Or, rather, empower herself. Anybody else would be purely incidental.