Beverly was entertaining no thoughts of Trance being legitimately employed in her sickbay in times of something other than immediate need; she was too big a variable to be considered in such an offhand fashion.

"The year is 2366," she says. "And yes, that's it. You are not to meddle in my sickbay without my permission and my presence, assuming the captain clears you at all, which is a discussion you will need to have with him."