"Uh huh. What makes me think you're not gonna be taking any of those little trips back to the Enterprise any time soon?"

She paused, looking everywhere except at him.

"Look. If you died, or if you were about to die, or - I don't know what happened - then I'm sorry. I really am. Being trapped here sucks. If you didn't, then clearly you're psychiatrically unwell if you're coming back for a third round out of choice. Clearly you're not gonna talk about it either way, so, whatever."