Seven tilts her head in acknowledgement, filing away the woman's name and rank--she's not familiar with any Commonwealth, at least not one that doesn't come with another qualifier. But that doesn't really concern her, because she doesn't belong here either.

She's too alarmed by the implied idea of someone interfacing with her to bring up the observation she'd had of Trance's body temperature--she visibly stiffens at the idea, even moreso than she already was.

"I would speak with him." Emphasis on 'speak', she's just gotten used to being alone in her head and found that she's actually afraid of the idea of not being.