( Open spam in the infirmary/halls )

I understand I've been in a coma for roughly a month. If anyone can supply a concise report of what's happened in that time, I would appreciate it. [Not that she isn't already reading over everything.]

For those I have not met yet, my name is T'Pol. I am a warden. When I've caught up, I intend to return to work in the science lab. Any inmates who wish to make use of the lab must obtain their warden's permission, first.

[Private to Dick]

Can you tell me exactly what happened with Ivy and Mister Blake?

[Private to Steve]

I understand my inmate attacked you and yours while I slept. Are you both recovering?

[Private to Zev]

I'm aware this may be an uncomfortable request, especially as we have not met, but I would like to discuss your - encounter with Mister Blake, if possible.

[Private to Wanda]

[Later, after speaking with Seven of Nine, after her talk with Ivy, and after plenty of meditation:] I don't believe we've met. My name is T'Pol. If you're available for some time, I would like to speak with you.

[Spam for Ivy]

[T'Pol didn't waste any time, really; once she was up to speed, she headed right down to Zero to see her inmate. Her face was neutral as ever, but beneath was a mounting frustration that she was having more and more difficulty suppressing. What she had realized since waking was that this was not where she wanted to continue to wake up for the next six months, year, years, however long it took Ivy to come to terms with the things she's done and the opportunity she's been afforded here.

She wants to return to Enterprise, or Vulcan. She wants to go back knowing both Trip and Elizabeth will be waiting for her.

T'Pol's silent for a long moment, standing with her arms at her sides.]

Are you pleased with your actions?