Sick bay. Phlox slides a red-shirt out of the scanning tube (I wonder if they're called CAT scans in the 22nd century?) as Quantum walks in, asking after the two attacked crewmen. Phlox reports that he stabilized them, "but they were subjected to some very invasive scans." "Will they be all right?" Quantum asks, staring down at the blank eyes of one of the red-shirts. Phlox tells him seriously, "There could be some residual neurological damage. I'm doing everything I can." Quantum turns his frustration on T'Pol, demanding to know if she's ever heard of something like this. T'Pol says she hasn't. "Are there any Vulcan records of a species that uses similar tactics?" Quantum asks, but before she has a chance to answer, he says, "And I don't care how classified they might be!" Look, buddy, it's your fault you left space-dock so ill-equipped to handle an attack like this. If you hadn't been so hot to prove what a stellar captain you are and rub it in the Vulcan's faces that they were wrong to withhold warp technology from the humans for so long, you probably wouldn't be in this mess, so don't go around accusing T'Pol of holding back information. It's your bed, lie in your mess. Ew, that came off grosser than I intended. T'Pol states that she doesn't know of any Vulcan records with intelligence on this type of alien. "Find out what you can," Quantum says in more restrained tones.
Trip coms Quantum that they have the plasma leak under control, but since the port nacelle took a lot of damage, it will be a few days before they'll be warpable again. "What about impulse power?" Quantum asks. "Well, that's the good news. It should be back online in a few minutes," Trip tells him. "I'll take all the good news I can get," Quantum gripes and leaves sick bay, ordering Phlox to keep him posted regarding the crewmen's conditions. T'Pol follows the captain out as Phlox beams blue lights into a red-shirt's eyes.