[ only when the tense muscles beneath her hands relax and her chief engineer acknowledges her identity does janeway release her and take a hearty step back. she's tugging at the sleeves of the now-outlandish gown, pulling them back down in a way that seems to say she's immensely annoyed with the propriety of it all. ]

You're not the only one who's had experience fighting Cardassians, [ she says with a shrug that's designed to be far more modest than it ought to be. that which she brags about is rarely that which she's capable of using against you. ] A few rounds of velocity every now and then does a body good. Unfortunately, that was not the program I was enjoying this evening.

[ obviously. (she hates this dress now. it's being recycled and turned into freshly replicated coffee as soon as they get back to her ship.) ]