"Alright, fine. Until otherwise decided, you are Doctor Julian Bashir." Abby just didn't like Philip Burton, and this Bashir looked too much like him for comfort.Philip was the type of man who had decided to kill all the creatures the ARC had been caring for, having been left behind and out of their time. What would that say about them? About the ARC and humans in general? That we kill anything that doesn't directly help us? Anything even remotely inconvenient? It just wasn't right. That day, Philip had earned Abby's wrath.

Abby really didn't believe him...up until he laughed as Rex skimmed the top of his head. Philip Burton would have never laughed. At least not at that.

"You really are....nice." Abby glanced up at Rex, flying up and down, climbing trees before swooping again. "Look at you, enjoying yourself. You have more room here than my apartment and it's much better furnished than your space at the ARC isn't it?" She laughed at the little creature.