
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.