Coming from death to this place was quite the jarring revival, she stared into her glass, aware of this Q, but too frazzled to fully evaluate the situation. Valdis didn't like being frazzled, it was unbecoming. She growled softly, an inhuman sound, so soft that someone would have to have good hearing to notice. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, centering herself and finding...silence? No slithering, no hissing, empty. She didn't expect it to stay that way.

She glanced over at Q, still unable to analyze him further than recognizing he was a pompous individual who seemed very sure of himself. She supposed she had time, if this false god was to be believed, and she had little interest in going home at this time. Picking up the drink in front of her, the same teal as Qs, she took a sip. Strong, but it faded quickly, a mortal might be knocked flat if they drank enough. Valdis didn't like gods, even the real ones, this fake one couldn't control her forever, but until she had a better plan...She turned to the person next to her and raised the glass.

"Well, here's to being trapped on a space station."