Flavius waited patiently. His time with Swenson had been commaned by Picard himself and he would do his duty as a loyal officer. Though during crises of faith he sometimes questioned the wisdom of the entire officer-exchange program. Such heretical thoughts were quickly abandoned as the many screens covering the walls of Brother Swenson's office lit up with maps, charts, diagrams, menus and text.
"This is the Romulan Empire. One hundred, sixty eight point one teraquads of information," Swenson said. "Everything we have ever learned about them. History, biology, sociology, economics, technology, philosophy, tactics, evolution, politics, cartography and cuisine."
"Right now you are looking at the top billionth of one billionth of one percent of everything we know about the Romulans." Swenson said. "You want to know anything about the Romulans that doesn't require a crystal ball? Me and my experts can deliver it to you in an accurate, succinct, and bulleted list suitable for your presentation software of choice."
Flavius made no response, his head slowly scanning across the dozens of screens, pausing a moment at each one to absorb its contents.
"Do you understand what I do now Commander Flavius?" Swenson asked, irritated at the silence.
Flavius said nothing, continuing his survey of the information present. When completed he took a moment before turning to Swenson.
"I begin to. Tell me more of this Science and the ways of your Federation," Flavius said.