Storm Sickbay. Reed wanders by, looking a little green around the edges. Phlox asks what's troubling him. Reed ducks under the handrails into the "examination room" and fusters about doctor-patient confidentiality. Phlox asks him if he's having gastrointestinal "distress." "Is it that obvious?" Reed asks. Phlox alludes to a note in Reed's medical file about "an unfortunate incident during zero-g training." Reed makes a long-past-its-freshness-date crack about "the Vomitorium," and Phlox gives him a Dramamine hypospray, assuring him it will last for twelve hours. Reed seems to feel the effects immediately, and thanks him. "Feeling all right, Malcolm?" Quantum asks, creepily appearing as if from nowhere. Reed jumps back on the catwalk and assures him, "Never better!" He minces off, but when the ship shakes, he makes a nauseous face. I hope lis lays in a good supply of airsickness bags. And rubber sheets. Quantum turns an inquiring face to Phlox, who tells him that the qrew are just reporting some bumps and bruises from the turbulence. Nothing more. Quantum checks to make sure Phlox has enough room, and says he could see about moving some stuff to the aft section. "Nonsense!" Phlox protests. "I have plenty of room. I find the close quarters rather comforting -- it reminds me of home." "I didn't realize space was at a premium on Denobula," Quantum comments. "Twelve billion people sharing a continent," Phlox shrugs. Quantum tells Phlox to let him know if he has a change of heart.