JANEWAY: Have you thought about applying to the Advocate General's office? You'd make a good lawyer. I suppose I could spare Chakotay or Tuvok for a few days.
KIM: That won't be necessary. The Kraylor know me. They trust me.
JANEWAY: I'm sure they'd find Tuvok or Chakotay just as trustworthy.
KIM: But they outrank me. If you send one of them, it won't be my mission anymore.
JANEWAY: Your mission.
KIM: My first real command.
JANEWAY: You've been in command on Voyager before.
KIM: On the night shift, for a few hours. It's not the same thing. You and Chakotay are always a couple of decks away ready to take over if anything goes wrong. I've been on Voyager for almost seven years and I'm still an Ensign.
JANEWAY: If this is your way of bucking for a promotion.
KIM: No, no, I understand there's a command structure and that our circumstances are unique, but the fact is, if we were back home, I'd be a Lieutenant by now. Maybe even a Lieutenant Commander.
JANEWAY: [SNORT/Laughter/Possibly unscripted. Mulgrew being catty?] You're pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?
KIM: I know I can do this, and the Kraylor are giving me a chance to prove it.
JANEWAY: I expect you back before we complete our repairs.
KIM: Yes, ma'am.
JANEWAY: And I'm not sending you alone.
KIM: Captain.
JANEWAY: I want you to take Seven. Since she has no rank, you clearly outrank her.