Once she was sure Seven wouldnít bolt, she let go of her hands and moved into the kitchenette. A few commands to the replicator and she returned carrying two glasses. "Here." she said as she handed one of the drinks over.
"I do not require..." Seven faltered as she saw a flash of irritation in the dark features. BíElanna simply put the drink on the table in front of Seven and returned to her original place on the couch. "Thank you." Seven said softly.
Once seated the small hybrid leaned forward to the edge of the cushion and rested her elbows on her knees. Holding her glass balanced between the tips of the fingers of both hands she seemed to lose herself in the contents. Seven took the time provided by the Lieutenants distraction to compose herself.
Seven was used to long periods of silence, so the quiet of the room actually served to help her gather her scattered wits.
"Computer resume music." BíElanna quietly ordered. Seven was much calmer but the silence was beginning to bother the small hybrid.
Seven was surprised to find herself listening to a slow quiet jazz number. "I had expected that you would prefer Klingon music." she commented.
"You also expected that Iíd accept your offer for a date." BíElanna quipped. Seeing the look on Sevenís face she quickly apologized. "That was uncalled for, Iím sorry Seven."
"It is Ďalrightí." Seven replied. She fell silent again. She was out of her element here and she knew it. In her usual response to feeling out of place, she simply fell silent and waited for the moment to pass.
"If itís alright then why are you still upset." BíElanna asked. The acute senses provided by her Klingon side made it easy to read people. Though Seven had the greater ability to detect physiological changes, BíElanna had the experience of a lifetime to help her interpret what she observed in others. What she observed was a woman who was still feeling the sting of rejection and trying hard to hide it.
Seven glared at her, but didnít answer. BíElanna also understood that reaction well enough. She herself often shut out those around her when she was feeling pressured or upset.
Making a decision she said. "Címon, letís go to the mess hall. Iíll buy you dinner."
The glare she was already receiving suddenly became more intense. BíElanna put a hand up. "Just because I wonít date you doesnít mean I wonít spend time with you. Besides, Iím hungry and I donít want to leave you alone when your upset."
"I am not hungry and I am not upset." Seven stated flatly as she raised an implanted brow and gave BíElanna a superior look.
"You lie." BíElanna stated without rancor. Before Seven could protest she calmly said. "If you really want to learn more about people and humanity, just ask. I am more than willing to spend time with you. You donít have to offer yourself to me to get my attention."
"I have not yet ingested my nutritional supplement." Seven conceded. She wasnít about to admit that the hybrid was right.
"A few minutes ago you were ready to offer me more than you realize. Take the time to really get to know me. Then, you can realistically decide if you still want to date me." BíElanna added as both stood.
"Acceptable." Seven stated bluntly as the two left for the mess hall.
"Lieutenant, does this..." Seven began as they walked down the long corridor.
"BíElanna." BíElanna stated. "When weíre not on duty, call me BíElanna."
"BíElanna." she began again, "Does this mean we are now friends?"
"Yeah." BíElanna answered. With an evil grin she added. "We better hurry, I heard Neelix is serving marsupial surprise. We need to get there before itís all gone."
Seven was still confused but no longer upset. She had a lot to process but knowing that the volatile woman walking beside her was willing to be a friend to her gave her some measure of comfort.