"How dare you lock me out?" Q exclaims as he rematerialises in Kathryn's ready room.
She sighs. If only she could lock him out. "Yet here you are."
He bristles. "As if mere human locks could stop me."
"Then why are you so offended?"
"It's the spirit of the thing," he says, pouting. "One might almost think you didn't want me here."
"Almost," Kathryn agrees, voice heavy with sarcasm. "One might almost think that."
"It's dreadfully inhospitable of you, Kathy," he reproaches her. "It could make me feel most unwelcome."
Kathryn sighs again. "Well," she says drily, "I do try."