My apologies, Mr. Clinton. I momentarily forgot which part of the multiverse we were in.

She gives him the merest hint of a suggestion of a thought of a bow of her head.

Here's the reality: This bit has gone on WAY too long. Listen, I've been trying to sneak in my Beloved so that we can engage in some workplace sexytiming because, even though she loathes Q and other "white folk" aspects of Star Trek with a passion...

She gestures towards herself and her Q judge outfit with the custom puffiest of puffy sleaves.

I mean, c'mon, right? One Q-snap of my paintstakingly-manicured fingers and BLAMO! Kenzi's clothes are soaking on the floor. And I can't make THAT happen until I make THIS happen. Therefore:

She looks out into the insanely diverse audience of this "trial."

The court finds in favor of Ms. Valenteen. Because duh. THE CASE IS DISMISSED!