"Exactly," she said as the arrived inside their apartment, completely unphased by the sudden move from the street to a room indoors a few blocks from it. "Which is why the journey will make dealing with the end result worth it."

For them. Anyone who knew her could tell him that she was fighting tooth and nail to get home for them and not herself. But of course, he didn't need any of them to tell him that, did he? He ought to know that better than anyone and could probably see the inevitable challenges that being back in the Alpha Quadrant after being gone so long, with Maquis officers, in the wake of a devastating war was going to bring. She wasn't going to enjoy any of it, she knew that. She was likely going to hate being known as the woman who brought a crew back from the great beyond for the rest of her life, but that journey — however long it took them to get home — was going to make it worth it.

"I'm going to drop this in my room and lock it, stuff a towel under the door frame. You hit the proverbial switch and let them out once I do?"

Kathryn feared they'd escape otherwise, stepping away from him to see to doing just that.