Ensign Bradward Boimler and Kranch in “Unfinished Business”

I was just wondering, when you say you're gonna hunt me, you mean like metaphorically, right?

There are only three types of prey. You are the first type, immobilized by your fear. The second type scurries away to hide, delaying the inevitable.

Uh, what's the third kind?

The third is a winged lizard-type creature, that doesn't really apply to you.