Trip visits Sickbay where all the Orioned Red-Stripes are sprawled out on various beds. T'Pol is sitting up and doing some work. Man, girlfriend is gaunt, wrinkled, and looking rough. A-ha! I've finally figured out why she's being kept in a non-standard issue uniform: Ber-man-ga (yes, as the man is supposedly man now in charge, I am going to hold Coto responsible for this, and he will not gain my respect until he actually does something about it) are so terrified that when ANTM airs its promos during this show, Jolene might look fat by comparison. It's a good plan, really, because looking haggard, bony, and dried out is so much better than looking healthy, normal, and glowing. Trip checks to make sure she's okay and is about to walk away when T'Pol says, "Vulcans don't have honeymoons. After the ceremony I went to Mt. Selaya to meditate -- [she clears her throat] -- alone." Trip leans in and whispers regretfully, "It's none of my business anyway." I can't help it, that's an "aw." I really like how Trip's matured since his P'Jem smashing days. He's the only character to show real growth, and no, I don't consider being a CRACK WHORE growth. T'Pol bugs her eyes at him right before the console behind them explodes. The ship is under attack. Again. It's the Orions, and they want their slaves back. On the Bridge, Quantum tells them how much that isn't going to happen. There's more firing, and in an unintentionally (I assume) hysterical (to me) moment, Quantum face-plants on the Bridge as Reed announces the approach of another ship. It's a Klingon Bird of Prey. Quantum pulls out the Furrow of Ah I Know What This is All About as Hoshi says the Klingons are requesting permission to dock.