Quantum's Fortress of Furrowtude. Quantum brandishes a prism-shaped bottle filled with yellow liquid: "This was waiting for me when I checked in. Compliments of the management. I don' t know anything about Risan vintages but what do you say we throw caution to the wind and give it a try?" Kayla says she's game if he is, and Quantum asks how her ankle is. "Mm, it's getting better," she says. "You think that guide would have warned us," Quantum says, pouring out two glasses of wine. "Well, the water was very shallow, I should've watched where I was stepping," Kayla says. "Well, that thing was pretty well camouflaged," Quantum says, handing her a glass. Kayla pauses a second before taking it. Oops! Did he say the wrong thing, or what? Camouflage, Suliban -- talking about killing the mood. Quantum raises the glass and says, "To…Risan sea turtles?" They clink and drink. Kayla puts her glass down, saying, "It's a little sweet for my taste." She sighs dramatically, and Quantum asks her if something is wrong. Kayla gets into the whole "camouflage" mention, saying "they" couldn't be seen unless they moved. Quantum wants to know if there was more than one. "I'm not talking about turtles," Kayla tells him, and proceeds to interrogate him about the Suliban, wanting to know if he saw them and if they hurt anyone he cared about. Quantum dons The Furrowed Brow Of Shared Concern and tells her that they've encountered the Suliban many times, but no one was badly hurt. "And what am I -- chopped liver??" Lt. Daniels shouts from his grave.
Kayla goes on a bit of a rampage, wondering how you fight something you can't see, asking if Quantum knows about the Temporal Cold War, where their Helixes are, what they are planning to do next, how many more people are going to die -- an awful lot of pre-coital questions, if you ask me. Quantum says, "Hopefully neither of us will ever run into them again." "You know that isn't true! They keep enlisting more of their people into the -- what do they call it -- Cabal! You must know something about them, Jonathan!" Kayla shrieks, clutching at his arm. Quantum exchanges The Furrowed Brow Of Shared Concern for The Furrowed Brown Of How Do I Get Away From My Psycho Date and says, "I realize that they murdered your family and I'm very sorry for that, but I'm not sure what you want me to tell you." Kayla trembles that most of what she knows of the Suliban has come from rumors, but he has seen them face to face. "I want you to tell me what you know! Where are their Helixes? Where do they live?!" Kayla demands. Quantum looks at her, looks down, looks at her, and says, "If this wine is too sweet, I think there's another bottle here. It might be different." He goes over to the bar area and purposely knocks the cork to the floor. Bending down to get it, he surreptitiously pulls an e-pad out of his bag and sets it on the counter. Kayla continues her tirade and says he's the first person she's met in over a year who has had any contact with them. "All right," Quantum concedes, "I don't know much, but I'll tell you what I can." He pauses and says he could use some fresh air, and suggests a walk on the beach. Kayla rises from the couch and whispers, "Thank you." Quantum suggests she go get a sweater "or something" as it's kinda nipply outside. Kayla leaves. Quantum waits for her to close the door before grabbing his communicator and telling T'Pol he's transmitting a bio-scan to her and wants the results immediately. "I think you'll find a match," Quantum says. "You don't sound very relaxed, Captain," T'Pol observes from Sick Bay. "Quickly, please!" Quantum orders. T'Pol raises her eyebrows and says, "Understood." Yeah, she Caught The Spock in that scene as well, and it was good.