When a Maquis crewman pulls a rotten gelpack out of a wall, Tuvok takes great umbrage with his can-do attitude. But when the captain decides that attitude needs an adjustment, it will be the Vulcan security chief’s job to bring a rabble up to lower deck level. What about going to a chip way to ship? How does one deal with butt sweat on an away mission? What could disappoint Neelix more than having his lungs removed? It’s the episode where we finally realize this is our job now