Trip and Quantum check out a problem in Cargo Bay Two. "Are you sure it's not a problem with the grav-plating?" Quantum asks. "Trust me, Captain, it's not the grav-plating," Trip tells him, and opens the cargo bay door. "Has someone been anatomically inverted?" The Evil Dr. Mathra asks excitedly. Nope, it's just that all the cargo is suspended in mid-air against one wall. It reminds me of the scene in Poltergeist when the mother walks into the kitchen and finds all the chairs piled up on the kitchen table. Trip warns Quantum to stay close to the door and tells him, "Just give it a minute," as they watch the cargo. The floor rumbles, and just as though an enormous magnet has been applied to the opposite wall, all the cargo flies and sticks to the other side. Cool. "You're right, it's not the grav-plating," Quantum states, and then asks if there's any volatile material in the containers. "I would've known by now," Trip shrugs. Hee. Quantum tells Trip to seal off the cargo bay, and hopes the "little anomaly" doesn't last any longer than the others did. There's another rumble as the capricious cargo flies back to its original position. Good thing I'm not serving on that ship -- I'd sit in the cargo bay all day just to watch that. And giggle.
Sickbay. Phlox looks at some slides under his microscope and summons T'Pol to his side as she enters. "The pigmentation is far more colorful than I would have suspected," Phlox tells her. "What are we looking at?" T'Pol asks. "Your hair!" The Evil Dr. Mathra shouts. Phlox tells her they're looking at the Xindi cells he scraped from the body inside the psychotic bocce ball. It looks like Makeup finally took my comments about T'Pol's eyebrows to heart -- they look a lot more Vulcan now, and the effect is quite stunning. T'Pol comments that the cell structures look like scales. Phlox says, "Precisely. When I'm finished constructing my physiometric profile, I wouldn't be surprised to find he has, ah, reptilian characteristics." T'Pol asks why the delectable Denobulan doctor wanted to see her, and Phlox asks if she has any siblings. T'Pol answers in the negative. "Trip had one sister, she was killed in the attack," Phlox says. A-ha! Last season, Quantum, in his non-attempt to be sympathetic and understanding of Trip's tragedy, asked, "Older or younger?" when Trip mentioned that his sister lived in Florida and might be a casualty of the psychotic bocce ball attack. A lot of people defended Quantum, averring that he was asking which of Trip's sisters lived in Florida, but here it's proven that Trip only had one sister, which means that Quantum knew and cared SQUAT about Trip's family life. Quantum, honey, I want to like you, but you're really not giving me much to work with here! T'Pol admits to being aware of that fact, and Phlox -- possibly breaching doctor-patient confidentiality here -- tells T'Pol that Trip is having difficulty dealing with his loss and hasn't been sleeping well, so Phlox has been doping the engineer up every night. "But I'd like to see him start tapering off," Phlox says. T'Pol asks what the doctor is getting at. "I believe the commander would be a fine candidate for Vulcan Neural Pressure," Phlox smiles. Phlox doesn't think Trip could sit still long enough to "get through the first posture." Okay, is it acupuncture, massage, or yoga they're talking about? T'Pol makes to leave, but Phlox smoothly sidesteps into her path and says, "I'm sure with your delicate guidance --" "'Delicate' is not a word I associate with Mr. Tucker. The instruction of neuro-pressure is...a very intimate act," T'Pol finishes. Of course it is. "And he's suffered a very intimate loss," Phlox says. Okay, ew! I mean, really -- his sister? Intimate? Personal, yes. Heartrendingly devastating, of course. But intimate? Yicky. Phlox tells T'Pol that Trip needs her help. T'Pol thinks for a moment and says, "Have him come to my quarters." Phlox sidesteps in her way again and explains that he assumed T'Pol would agree to his request, so he already made the suggestion to Trip, who wasn't exactly all-fired up about it. T'Pol is confused. "Perhaps if I can get him to go to your quarters, you might be able to convince him of the lasting benefits of Vulcan neuro-pressure," Phlox suggests brightly. T'Pol stares at him and walks out. Satisfied, Phlox smiles and bustles about his work again.