"Computer, level 7 forcefield," Julian snaps out, patience and understanding completely gone, washed away by the rush of adrenaline that he's now fully embracing. He's safely on the other side of it, feet firmly planted, and looking just as furious.

"You can bloody well sit there for a minute." There's blood on his uniform, transferred by the man's hands--which look uninjured, making Julian's stomach drop.

At least no one else in Ten Forward was hurt. He looks over at Doctor Crusher's office door--closed--and whirls to face the nurse that hurried over for the medical emergency call.

"It's fine, I have this under control." More or less. He dismisses her with a curt nod. He's not about to let anyone else get in over their heads.