"My what have they done to you," says a man dressed in a warden's uniform who definitely wasn't sitting in her room a moment ago. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come in."

"Well, it's not as if I have a bell attached to me."

"And what brings you here? And, whatever it is, who does it bring?"

"I come in search of romance! My name isn't pronounceable by a mortal being such as yourself but I suppose you can call me Q."

"You are dressed in a highly inappropriate outfit for a seeker of romance with a prisoner."

"Oh, my apologies."

And he snaps and now he is dressed in an outfit vaguely reminiscent of a fairy tale prince. A swooshing sound effect accompanies the transformation, as well as a burst of light. 

"That's an improvement. And, uh, what are you."

"I'm Q."

"I had understood that to be your name."

"Well yes. Can't it be both?"

"I suppose it could if there is only one of you."

"There are a few others but I doubt you'll run into them."

"That would explain why I'm not acquainted with the species. And... why here and now?"

"After uncountable aeons of life I realized that I was lonely and with no others in my species open to the concept I set about searching for the most suitable possible partner."

"Via what algorithm?"

"I've always fancied the Federation before and well, here I found you - a fair maid, the most virtuous in the galaxy, locked away only for the crime of having a heart. A perfect candidate."

"You fancied the Federation so you toured its... political prison."

"Well I checked the other people as well but none of them seemed nearly as interesting or romantic."

"I don't think I've actually been accused of being romantic before! Checked how, precisely?"

"I skimmed their history - it didn't take very long given how short your lives are."

"Are you talking about my file with the government or something more invasive?"

"Only since back when you were born?"

"I was not concerned for my fetal privacy."

"Well what privacy are you concerned with?"