Quantum logs that they are nearly free of Feather Boa Harry: "The crew's in relatively good spirits considering they haven't had a change of uniform in eight days." Does T'Pol even have a change of uniform? Does she have a dozen of those industrial carpet catsuits hanging in her closet? As Quantum logs this, we get a shot of the qrew all gathered in one place, watching a western. Even T'Pol's there. As they watch, Trip mutters to Malcolm, "Did that guy jest shoot his own men?" "It's hard to tell them apart in those ridiculous hats," Reed recaps. "The dead man was secretly working for Sheriff Boggs," T'Pol informs them. Reed and Trip squint at her. "Isn't it obvious?" T'Pol wonders. I liked the way she delivered that line -- as if she were sincerely asking if no one else noticed how obvious the plot was. Not at all as though she were trying to be supercilious. Seriously. I'm really being sincere. Reed and Trip shrug in wonder. Quantum beeps in to tell everyone that they can go back to their quarters in a few minutes. After his lecture to T'Pol about fraternizing with the rest of the qrew, he's too good to watch a movie with them? The qrew applauds, cheers, and goes to pack up their sweat and dirt. "Glad yew culd join us, Subcommander. We have movie night ev'ry Tuesday if yer innerested," Trip invites her. That's a coincidence -- we usually have Pull Your Hair Out Night every Wednesday. If yer innerested. If T'Pol goes, I'm willing to bet Trip fakes a stretch so he can put his arm around her.

Enterprise sails free of the storm, and everyone returns to their quarters. The fugitive aliens apologize for all the trouble they caused, and Quantum wishes them luck on their trip to a safe planet. Where they lisp and wear strange shirts. T'Pol comes out of the catwalk and tells Quantum that everyone's out. Quantum closes the door. Quantum and T'Pol silently head back to their cabins together. I'm left here wondering what will happen to those storage lockers that were converted into latrines. What do they do with them now? Can they even be reconverted? You sort of hope that being turned into a public head is the last thing to ever happen to a box.