: Worf, notify Starfleet, we've found Commander Bowman.
: Worf, what kind of skulduggery are you up to?
: *to herself*
Okay, if I just pretend that I'm analyzing this scrap, then I can stay here for a few minutes and let those other, worthless members of my medical staff do something for once.
: Oh, uh, sorry, I didn't realize you were using my quarters to recreate the worst day in my life. I'll just let you finish and I'll be back later.
: Okay, according to this, we should be in engineering.
: Sir, you're not using Apple Maps, are you?
: Yes, why?