"Q, actually. Trance has been nothing but helpful--unless you ask the security officers." Julian rather likes her, actually. "Though I suppose that answers the question as to whether you know her or not."

Julian tilts his head toward Telemachus' cup. "What's your pleasure, Commander?" His tea's gone that unpleasant sort of lukewarm and he's feeling magnanimous. And curious, though indulging in the middle of Ten Forward might not be the smartest thing he's ever done. Safe enough, though, if he couches his questions in the trappings of an interested scholar and not the personal one of being an Augment himself, post-Eugenics or no.