Julian had his moments where all he wanted was a cup of tea and a scone with some jam, and now was one of those moments--apparently he was blessedly lucky to be so sure of his order. Granted, the options granted by the replicators could be somewhat overwhelming, but he's never had as much trouble as the young woman standing at the replicators already seemed to be having.

"Excuse me, are you alright?" Is it tactful to say she looks a bit green around the...well, spots, it seems there's another Trill on board. Probably not.