Back on the bridge, Cpt. Quantum rips his crew a new one. "We've got state-of-the-art sensors, why the hell didn't we detect them?" Mayweather tells his captain that Reed thought he saw something before the power went out. "The starboard sensor logs recorded a spatial disturbance," Reed tells Quantum. "Looks more like a glitch," Trip says, looking over Reed's shoulder. "Those weren't 'glitches' in sick bay," Hoshi tells them. Captain tells Mayweather he wants a full analysis of the disturbance. Mayweather takes off. Next, the Captain asks Reed how their weapons are. "I still have to tune the targeting scanners," Reed tells him. "What are you waiting for?" Cpt. Quantum asks him. Reed takes off. Quantum ignores T'Pol's "Captain!" and turns to Hoshi, saying that it sounded like Klaang knew what attacked him: "Try to translate what he said." Hoshi takes off. "Captain," T'Pol says, moving her dinners into view and thus attracting Cpt. Quantum's attention. "There's no way you could have anticipated this. I'm sure Ambassador Soval will understand," T'Pol says. "You're the Science Officer, why don't you help Trip with that analysis?" Cpt. Quantum suggests. T'Pol tells him, "The astrometric computer in San Francisco will be far more effective." Cpt. Quantum instructs her to make do with what they have, because they aren't going back to Earth just yet. "You've lost the Klingon," T'Pol points out. "Your mission is over." Cpt. Quantum turns to her and tells her he didn't "lose the Klingon, he was taken," and he intends to find the Klingon and whoever took him. T'Pol almost snorts her contempt: "How do you plan to do that? Space. Is. Very. Big. Captain. A shadow on your sensors won't help you find them -- this is a foolish mission." Cpt. Quantum orders her to "come with [him]." In his cabin -- note the lack of a "ready room" -- Cpt. Quantum tells T'Pol off: "I'm not interested in your opinion of this mission, so take your Vulcan cynicism and bury it along with your repressed emotions." Yeah, in your butt. T'Pol tells him that his reaction to the situation is "a perfect example of why your species should remain in its own star system." Cpt. Quantum tells her he's been listening to the Vulcans tell his species what to do his whole life, and he's sick of it. "I watched my father work his ass off while your scientists held back just enough information to keep him from succeeding." I wonder if the Vulcans have their own idea of the Prime Directive? Cpt. Quantum, not particularly caring about my musings, continues, "He deserved to see that launch. You may have lifespans of two hundred years, we don't." T'Pol ignores this and says, "You are going to be contacting Starfleet and advising them of our situation." Cpt. Quantum tells her he has no such plans, and neither should she. "Now get the hell out there and make yourself useful!" the Captain orders. T'Pol glares at him and stalks out of the cabin. It's cool that they now have to press a button to open the doors, rather than having a sensor detect their presence. I also like the fact that they step over a threshold -- keeps up the submarine-like atmosphere.
In sick bay, Dr. Phlox, clad in black smock and gloves, confirms that the dead Mottled Alien is a Suliban. "But unless I am mistaken, he is no ordinary Suliban." "Meaning?" Cpt. Quantum asks. "His DNA is Suliban but his anatomy has been altered. Look at this lung," Dr. Phlox says, wetly prying open the Suliban's chest with several forceps and pincers. We get a look at some black cherry Jello. "Five bronchial lobes, you see," Dr. Phlox points out, gleefully. "They should only have three. And look at the alveoli clusters -- they've been modified to process different kinds of atmosphere." Cpt. Quantum looks a bit queasy. "Are you saying he's some kind of a mutant?" he asks. Dr. Phlox tells him that the Suliban's altered anatomy isn't by mistake. "This man was the recipient of some very sophisticated genetic engineering. Watch this," Dr. Phlox tells him, and shines a red light on the Suliban's skin. The doctor turns off the light, and the red light seeps gradually into the skin. "Subcutaneous pigment sacs!" Dr. Phlox announces, and then shines a blue light on the clothing, which does the same slow absorption process. "A bio-mimetic garment. And the eyes are my favorite," the merry medical man says, pulling open a yellow eye to show multiple black dots. "Compound retinas. He most likely saw things even your sensors couldn't detect." Well, you can color me impressed by the inventiveness of the make-up crew. "It's not in their genome," Cpt. Quantum states. Dr. Phlox answers in the negative, telling him the Suliban aren't any more special than humans. "It is very impressive work, though," Dr. Phlox says, surveying the Suliban cadaver. "Never seen anything quite like it!" Cpt. Quantum looks more green than impressed.