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DOC: Which is what, exactly?
Tuvok: There are three options that I am aware of. Taking a mate which Ensign Vorik has already attempted, the ritual combat which does not apply to his situation
The Doctor: Combat?!
TUVOK: An ancient tradition of fighting for one's mate which as I have said, is not relevant here. The third alternative is the intensive meditation he has chosen to try.
DOC: Isn't there anything we can do to help him with that?
TUVOK: I believe that any interference would be unwelcome and counterproductive. You must allow him to face this challenge privately. If he possesses enough discipline to reach a point of psychological resolution, then his chemical imbalance should correct itself.
Doctor: The Vulcan brain never ceases to amaze me. (not with only a touch of sarcasm) Thank you, Lieutenant. You've been a great help.
TORRES: Ah, you two are awfully prompt.
TORRES: Oh, it'll take a little more work than that to impress me, Lieutenant.
Paris: Yes ma'am.
TORRES: All right. Let me show you our target area.
Neelix: Shouldn't we wait for Ensign Vorik?
TORRES: He's not coming. This seems to be the most accessible vein of gallicite. We'll beam to the surface, then go down through this passageway until it dead-ends in this chamber. Then we'll descend almost 50 meters almost straight down. Do you see any problem with that, Tom?
Tom and Neelix are both a little surprised at B'Elanna talking so fast.
Tom: Well, As long as we go slow and easy, we'll be fine.
TORRES: Good. You're all set, Neelix?
Neelix: I've got a laser drill, sample containers, geo-analysis kit-
TORRES: In other words, you're ready. Let's go.
TORRES: This way.
Neelix: Look over here. This must've been the colony.
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