But Quantum insists, so T'Pol chastely wedges herself next to him. Quantum lies back, his arm above outstretched as a -- pillow? For T'Pol? T'Pol remains sitting upright and comments that an armed assault would put all their lives at extreme risk, "not to mention the destruction of the sanctuary itself." Quantum opines, "I'd say our lives are already at risk." T'Pol tells him that the tensions between the Vulcans and the Indigo Girls are already so elevated that any casualties would put them over the edge. "It seems like you're letting them walk all over you," Quantum comments. "They come in here, they smash your relics, they beat up your people, then you just sit back and wait for them to walk away?" T'Pol tells him Vulcans don't believe in fighting violence with violence. Quantum says he admires her ethics and all that, but there comes a time when violence is necessary. "You're beginning to sound like an Andorian," T'Pol tells him. Quantum gets all uppity, saying he came to P'Jem to "gain insight" into the Vulcan mind, "but you people think you're so damned enlightened --" Quantum stops and notes the other Vulcans looking at them. "Problem?" he asks. They go back to their namastes. Quantum sighs and tells T'Pol he wants to find a peaceful solution as well, but doesn't think there is one. "However we end up dealing with this, I gotta know I can count on you," Quantum tells her, looking deep into her eyes. "Are you questioning my loyalty?" T'Pol asks. Quantum says he's just asking where she stands. It's not that farfetched a question. I mean, when it comes down to it, whom should you be loyal to: your race, or the smelly human crew you've served for nine weeks and four days who constantly find ways to insult you and disparage who you are? "I have never disobeyed your orders," T'Pol says resentfully, and turns away, stealing all the covers. "Hey," Mathra pipes up indignantly, "I thought you could only do that when you're married!"