"Hardly." For a moment, she thinks back to a time when she'd had her uniform stuffed in a drawer, pips set aside while she traipsed through an alien landscape, setting up traps and spending every waking moment obsessing over that damned insect. "It was barely bigger than a mosquito, but even those were once considered deadly on Earth. The prognosis would have been grim, had my Chief of Security not disobeyed my orders and contacted the Vidiians about a cure. While their medical knowledge is considerably more advanced than hours, the Vidiians are notorious organ harvesters -- nasty habit of beaming aboard ships and ambushing away teams in the name of taking a liver, a heart, stealing your skin with the intention of wearing it."

There's something alarming, near disturbing, about how coolly she's able to deliver such lines. How desensitized she is to the horrors the universe has to offer.

"You can see why I was against the idea of having my crew put themselves in harm's way on my behalf." Our, technically. She wasn't the only one bitten, but there is a reason she doesn't usually talk about this particular point in their journey.