Seven disliked the relative chaos that characterized the recreation areas of a starship--there were too many people, likely staring at her, which made her skin itch unpleasantly. (The Doctor had assured her that was a normal reaction in humans, and not indicative of an underlying medical issue. He had thought she was being paranoid. She still thought that was justified--she had been picked apart, and her body was unfamiliar now.) It wasn't the fact that there were many of them--Seven in fact felt just as anxious being alone, and found the voices comforting, even if they weren't united.

Despite being in a crowded room, she didn't feel like anyone was looking at her. That was...acceptable.

She moved to the replicators, despite not requiring sustenance at present. It was easier to watch people with something to occupy her hands, simpler to blend in that way as well. She was feeling particularly conscious of her visible implants after Voyager's encounter with Arturis, and didn't wish to attract significant attention.