He nodded, quietened, and moved after her, hovering near the doorway. Of course, the tribbles would all disappear at midnight, how bad could it get? But he suspected her desire to confine them stemmed from not wanting alien creatures from her home universe temporarily infecting the entire tower block. Q would have offered to banish them, but he could already hear her admonishment now: he had brought them into existence and he should deal with the consequences of having done so--something like that. So he doesn't even offer to get rid of them.

And as soon as she escapes from her room, blocking up all escape routes, he clicks his fingers, releasing the temporary tribbles. Their gentle cooing noise could be heard even through the closed door.

"Despite my reservations, I actually had a rather pleasant evening. I hope you did too?"