She hit the main deck hard. She felt the rib crack on impact as well as knocking the wind from her lungs. She rolled onto her side in pain as she gasped for air. She saw the Prime walk towards the steps of the raised command platform, and for a moment, she was sure she was going to come down and finish her off. She stopped just short of the steps and stared down menacingly. "Clothed I'm my clothing, Fed my food. Shown hospitality. You were given an opportunity to show me another side of Humanity that you spoke of. You failed. You can be replaced with another, Doctor. Should you ever find yourself considering laying hands on me again, Don't. If you ever make that attempt again; I will kill you." She turned and started back towards her command chair. "Centurion, take to the infirmary. See to her injuries, and then return her to the cell." She stopped and glanced back. "Without clothing." She then resumed to her chair where she settled into the soft cushioning. "Battle ready all systems."