Mess Hall. Phlox joins T'Pol and her platter of crudités and says, "I just heard about your transfer. I'm sorry you'll be leaving us." No response from T'Pol, so Phlox tries again: "I'm sure you'll excel at whatever new assignment you're given." T'Pol tells him she hasn't received no stinkin' new assignment. Phlox says he assumed she was being promoted. T'Pol informs him that her superiors hold her responsible for the destruction of the temple at P'Jem. "Do you agree with their assessment?" Phlox asks. T'Pol looks at him: "It's the logical conclusion." Phlox tells her he's sure the High Command will reconsider once they learn about everything she's done for the Enterprise crew. Again, considering the Vulcans', uh, opinion of humans, whatever T'Pol did for them isn't really going to amount to a hill of plomeek beans. "You realize you're not the first Vulcan officer to be posted aboard a human starship. The High Command has tried this before but none of the others lasted more than a few weeks. They found their crewmates too chaotic and unpredictable. But you've been here more than six months and you haven't merely tolerated this crew, you've become a part of it. Isn't it logical to take pride in that accomplishment?" Phlox asks. T'Pol tells him, "Pride is a human indulgence." Phlox supposes she's right, and gets up to leave, but pauses and leans over to say, "I have it on good authority that several crewmembers are planning a gathering in your honor. I believe it's called a 'going-away party,' I'd keep on alert if I were you." T'Pol just stares straight ahead as he leaves.

A shuttle pod leaves Enterprise. Quantum asks T'Pol what she knows of Coridon. T'Pol gives the population count, geographical notations, and other boring actuarial stuff. Quantum slumps his shoulders in exasperation. You know, all this time, T'Pol hasn't done anything but be indifferent to what humans find interesting, and now that she's leaving, he's suddenly surprised that she's not up on the latest Coridon gossip? Please. Quantum rephrases his question, asking what the Coridons do for fun, what they eat, what sorts of gum diseases they can contract, et cetera. "The Vulcan database doesn't contain that information," T'Pol tells him. "Of course not," Quantum says. T'Pol asks him why she was chosen for this mission. "These people have never seen humans before. It makes sense for someone with a familiar face to make the introductions," Quantum explains. T'Pol tells him she has lots of work to do before her ride arrives. Quantum assures her she'll be back in plenty of time. "I just thought you might enjoy one final mission with your captain," Quantum says. Wow. Does he have a high opinion of himself. T'Pol mentally rolls her eyes, and I join her. "Or maybe I should just take you back to Enterprise," Quantum sulks. T'Pol tells him that would be an illogical waste of fuel. Unnoticed by T'Pol, Quantum does a half-turn in his seat as though he's amused that she said something uncharacteristically revealing. Oh, please, stop admiring yourself in the pond, Captain Narcissus. The shuttlepod plows through some clouds and spies the capital city. Quantum starts to grin. Trip beeps in with a message that another ship is rapidly closing in on them. T'Pol analyzes and says, "Some kind of fixed-wing aircraft." Quantum asks if the Coridon Chancellor said anything about an escort. His question is answered as they are blasted a bit. "I don't think they're an escort," T'Pol says. A foreign voice coms in: "Alien vessel, reduce to one-quarter power and adjust heading to three-one-seven mark five." Quantum says he's going to do evasive maneuvers, and orders T'Pol to bring the plasma weapons online. Do I even bother asking why those weapons weren't already online? They fire at the alien T-shaped ship and zoom by. The ship returns fire and knocks out a bunch of their systems. Quantum flusters about.