(orchestral music building)
-: What's this?
(heavy breathing)
-: The tremor must've shaken the rocks loose.
-: Well, they're in the way.
-: Hold it!
We don't know how stable this tunnel is.
An energy blast might bring the rest of it
down on our heads.
-: Let go!
-: No, I think I should keep this.
(sounds of exertion)
-: Never pick a fight with a Klingon, Tom.
-: I'm not gonna fight with you, B'Elanna.
-: Afraid I'll break your arm?
You should be.
(sounds of a struggle)
-: B'Elanna, stop it.
This isn't about the gun.
This is about sex,
but that's not going to happen right now.
-: I think it is. (breathing heavily)
I've picked up your scent, Tom.
I've tasted your blood.
-: I know. (B'Elanna breathing heavily)
No, I'm your friend and I have to watch out for you
when your judgment's been impaired.
If you let these instincts take over now,
you'll hate yourself
and me, too, for taking advantage of you.
I won't do that.
(orchestral music)
-: Maybe, maybe we should continue separately.
-: No -: You don't know how strong,
how hard it is to fight this urge.
-: Are you telling me that I'm impossible to resist?
-: I wouldn't go that far.
-: Good.
C'mon.