[ Everything is so blindly familiar that it nearly overloads her optical sensors, her human emotions, the desire to clasp hands with Tuvok, to shake Harry’s hand, to envelop Janeway in her arms (they haven’t always been physically affectionate but a hug every now and again has been more commonplace than not.) Seven’s years in Starfleet, most of which were spent on Voyager, on this ship, her first true home after the Borg have taught her the proper protocol here, so she nods silently and follows the captain without question, straight to sickbay. It’s instinct to glance around for the Doctor but for now, it’s only the two of them, and likely, it’s better this way. ]

I am not entirely aware of the changes the transwarp flux may have induced but I believe, from my initial observations, that I have merely traveled backwards in time and not to another reality different from my own. It would seem that I am... indeed the Seven of Nine that you know, but from the future, Captain. [ Respectful still, always, although she declines to sit down, not holding her arms behind her back in her once customary fashion but loose at her sides, doing her best to look non threatening. ]

I am certain it is difficult to believe but if you run the proper biological scans, I believe they will concur with my hypothesis. [ Seven finally pauses, shifting not uncomfortably but oddly, not entirely knowing how to process this, this place that made her the woman she is today. She holds Janeway’s gaze, her expression softening, easing into something near imploring. ]

It is me, Captain. Older and... changed, I would assume, but you do know me.