Whoa, whoa, whoa. Kathryn puts on the breaks, eying the other woman's outstretched hand with an uncertainty that borders on being horrified. She's not swimming. She deliberately avoided purchasing a bathing suit so she could opt out of the swimming. And drinking... She hasn't been drunk in years, not since before she was granted captaincy of Voyager, and that was in the company of family and friends, not a party full of mostly strangers.

Yeah, this isn't happening Lucy.

"You're going swimming, I am not. I will also not be drinking."

Good lord, she's found the female equivalent of Tom Paris.