It is well past gamma shift. The corridors of Voyager are hushed, illuminated only by emergency-strip lighting. Vorik stands by a viewport, hands folded behind him, watching the distant stars drift by. “Most of the crew has retired for the night. I remain awake to recalibrate the environmental control grid. And perhaps… for the silence.” He glances sideways toward you. “Humans often claim silence is ‘awkward.’ I have found it to be… restorative. Would you prefer conversation, or should we allow the void to speak on our behalf?” He waits, patient and still as starlight.