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“Raffi, beam him in, directly here,” Picard said. “Do it,” Rios seconded.
Raffi managed to get a lock on the ship’s pilot and everyone waited as he - or rather, she - appeared.
Seven looked around at them, trying to get her bearings. She briefly locked eyes with Raffi, who gasped softly. Raffi watched as the room began to explode with color, starting with Seven’s eyes. They became a brilliant blue that made Raffi’s heart stop.
Seven finished scanning the room, her gaze landing on Jean-Luc. “Seven of Nine?” Picard said, incredulous. “You owe me a ship, Picard,” Seven scoffed before collapsing.