After dismissing the other three, Quantum and T'Pol have a little confab in his Ready Room. T'Pol's afraid the radiation could seep into other parts of the ship. Just get some duct tape and plastic sheeting, you'll be fine. Quantum sweeps her concern under his rug by saying that they'll soon be meeting up with the Vulcans in order to rid themselves of the meddlesome pod. As they've already had two "hostile species" on their asses, T'Pol doesn't think they'll survive that long. Quantum stubbornly thinks they can play Keep Away with the MMP, but T'Pol advises him to destroy it. "I'm not going to do that. I'm tired of these factions interfering with our century. It's time we took a more active interest in this war -- gathered some intelligence for ourselves!" Quantum tells her. They argue over whether they should storm the beach at Normandy -- er, "get involved," with Quantum being yay and T'Pol being nay. Guess who wins? As T'Pol does some stomping out, she reminds her captain that the Suliban could return cloaked, and recommends they go to tactical alert. Quantum nods before turning back to Windex his Weight Of The World Window.

Even though I pulled a ninety-six out of my ass on my huge Italian regional culinary exam, I forgot what region Prosecco came from. Bad Chef! So, as punishment tonight, I am drinking several cases of it. Bad Chef! But -- yum and bubbles.

Engineering. It turns out the black box isn't so much a record of the last actions of the vessel as it is an emergency beacon. Unfortunately, with all his fiddling, Trip managed to activate the subspace signature. Okay, how awesome would it be if the emergency beacon brought those "We seek PEACE-ful co-EXISTENCE!" creatures? I know it wouldn't make any sense, but the way that episode ended was just so thrillingly creepy that it's one of my biggest complaints against TNG that they never picked up that arc again. T'Pol comms that there is a bevy of Suliban pods headed for them.