Seven: You're impatience reminds me of Thirteen of Nineteen. Janeway: Thirteen of Nineteen? Icheb: Thirteen of Nineteen, Auxiliary Disposal Attendant of Unimatrix Forty-Thousand Nine Hundred Seventy Four. He was well-known in the Collective for the numerous daily errors caused by his failed attempts at efficiency. Seven: His antics...amused the Borg. Icheb: I fail to see the comparison, Seven. Thirteen of Nineteen, Auxiliary Disposal Attendant of Unimatrix Forty-Thousand Nine Hundred Seventy Four did not possess my manual dexterity nor facility with computation. Janeway <taps communicator>: Be right there, Commander. Seven: With whom are you communicating, Captain? Icheb: I believe it was a subterfuge to make an adept departure. Seven: That sounded like Thirteen of Nineteen within three nanometers of inflection variance. Icheb: I will regenerate upon it.