That's what space drugs are for. Delicious, tasty space drugs. "Well, after trying to disarm the mine failed spectacularly--it was too damaged, and we didn't have the time to go about it the right way, not with that angry ship looming. So the captain decided to detach the plating of hull the mine--and, subsequently I--was attached to, cut me loose to set the mine on the ten second countdown, grabbed some reinforced shuttlepod doors, and we used them to shield ourselves from the blast while being flung back toward the ship in time to get snatched up by the transporter and warp away."

There's a thoughtful pause. "If in the very unlikely event that Captain Archer ever shows up here, he's going to argue it was twenty seconds, and he is respectfully wrong."