Next day. Trip's peeved that Quantum won't tell him what's going on. "We'll be back in three to five days, Trip -- if that Vulcan ship comes snooping around, the last thing you want to tell them is that I'm with T'Pol," Quantum orders. And keep Old Man Withers busy as well. Trip whines some more about not getting A Piece Of The Action. "Three to five days, Trip," Quantum repeats as they wait for the turbo-lift. Trip wheedles that the night before, Quantum was just as frustrated by T'Pol's refusal to spill her guts, but Quantum still won't budge. "This innit jest a case of curry-osity, but what if yew git hurt, kidnapped?" Trip argues. "Yew put me in charge of the ship but yew won't tell me where yer goin'? How'm I supposed to be a good temp'rary cap'n if I don' know where my peepol are -- tell me that!" Quantum won't tell him that. He says that T'Pol's got some unfinished business to deal with, and he doesn't know why she wants him along, but they'll be fine. Sure -- after all, they've got May-Pinch-Hitter to protect them. He's just as tough as Worf. Sorry, I couldn't even finish typing that with a straight face. As they enter the sh'bay, Trip shows no signs of letting up; he insists that there are many definitions of "unfinished business," so he wants specifics. Quantum just tells him he's in charge of the ship, and confirms with T'Pol that she gave May-Pinch-Hitter the coordinates. Trip watches them board in defeat: "Have fun." Sh'pod takes off.