Leaky barn. Quantum asks T'Pol if she's ready. She states that she is indeed ready. "Go!" Quantum says, and with some unnecessary grunting and panting, they attempt to stand up, bracing each other's backs for leverage. They fail miserably. Whatever. I learned how to do that in Brownies, when our leaders were trying to slyly teach us a lesson about teamwork. They try again, and make it this time. Now, the writers' next brilliant suggestion, by way of T'Pol, is that they wriggle around to face one another. What this is supposed to accomplish, other than the lewdly obvious, is beyond me. More grunting and panting as they scootch their bodies around. "You'd think the Vulcan database might have mentioned these people were fighting a civil war," Quantum grunts. "The database is accurate. The Coridon government doesn't view this as a civil war," T'Pol tells him. Quantum makes some comment about her "people" wanting their database back too. "Well, they can have it," Quantum grunts. One final wrench, and T'Pol and Quantum are nose to nose, toe to toe, heart to liver. T'Pol looks at Quantum with some distaste. He's probably stinky again. Quantum asks her if she can reach "the knot." T'Pol grabs for it. The knot. "Without the database, you wouldn't have found this planet," she informs him. "Or P'Jem." Quantum tells her again that she's not responsible for what happened. "You didn't have any idea that your people had installed a listening post or that there were Andorian commandos there," he grunts some more. T'Pol tells him that Enterprise had no reasonable reason for invading and polluting the sacred space with their presence. "I had the opportunity to protest but I chose not to," T'Pol says. That's not the way I remember it, sister. I do believe you were very much against it, and verbalized that fact.