Irrational, illogical, unpredictable, inefficient. Those were the words Seven always used to describe her. Hurt like hell. Who the hell did she think she was, criticizing her? Maybe she didn't have computer chips in her blood, but she was just as good at her job. So what if she wasn't half robot or whatever. She was just as good!

Smirking, she rolls over and looks at the blonde in her bead, breathing deeply.

And oh, did Seven know that now.