"That sounds familiar," she comments, doing her best not to laugh at the 'rat labs' part. He really is well and truly fried. Hopefully she can find a cure for this or she might start worrying about the permanent state of his mental faculties.

She had, after all, needed to learn the cybernetic ins and outs of the Borg drones in order to turn Locutus back to Jean-Luc. Many of those implants could never be removed, not without killing the patient, but she had done enough to save him and return him to the person he should be. Not a drone. She can still remember seeing him as a drone, turning that corner inside the cube to see him at the end of the corridor. The eye. The cybernetic implants across his face. Knowing, knowing, that he no longer was her best friend and captain. That he was likely lost forever. That his body would still function, but his mind was long gone.

A shiver runs down her spine that has nothing to do with the temperature in the room.

"Here, I think I've got something. Can you sit up for a few minutes so we can look at this?"

It's nothing, really. She doesn't have a cure or even a real reason why he's feeling like this, but she wants to focus on something that isn't the Borg. Or zombies. And maybe with two sets of eyes, even if one of them is a little off right now, they can come up with something.