Situation Room. Hoshi points out some gibberish she found when translating the cargo manifest that looks very much like the gibberish on the Psycho Bocce Ball. The shit thickens!
Cue the eyeball-paining hand-held camera. Quantum blusters down to the brig and bellows, "Your ship attacked a Xindi vessel, I want to know everything you can tell me about them!" "Xindi?" Pop repeats, bored. Quantum paces like a caged gazelle. "You heard me!" he shouts. Pop plays dumb. Quantum gets mad and says that the manifest says they took the ship two weeks ago. "What manifest?" Pop asks, still bored. "Tell me what you know!" Quantum shouts. "It was a small ship, they were no match for us," Pop says. Like VH-1, Quantum wants to know where are they now. Pop sniffs derisively. "You destroyed them?" Quantum demands. Pop says that as the Xindi resisted, they had no choice. Quantum asks where they came from. "I have better things to do than to familiarize myself with our victims," Pop drawls. "Which species of Xindi were they -- what did they look like?" Quantum yells. Pop affects not to be able to recall that information to memory. Quantum opens the door and rushes in, gun drawn. He hauls Pop to his feet and puts the gun to his throat: "Are you sure?" Pop isn't worried by Quantum's threats: "I told you -- you're too civilized." "We'll see about that!" Quantum says, and takes him off to overwean his ego. "Sir!" a security guard says. "As you were!" Quantum orders.