“You stick your arm into a torpedo ONE TIME and suddenly it’s all you’re known for,” she retorted. “I wouldn’t let you send them down here, anyway.” She needed to be here. Anyone else... didn’t. It was better for them to stay on the ship. The place wasn’t stable, politically speaking. She would finish up her work and get the hell off the planet as soon as she could. There was no need to put anyone else in harm’s way.

She wasn’t planning on it. Of course, plans had a way of going down the crapper on the Enterprise. But she had every intention of doing her best to transport off the planet in one piece.