Oh, here it was coming. Julian was looking at her eyes, she could almost hear his voice saying 'You have Jadzia's eyes.' Right before she told him not to flirt with her. It hit people in different ways, having a new Dax in their lives. It was a like the stages of grieving. Anger--they were already way past denial--depression, acceptance. Worf had reacted with anger, as if her mere presence was an affront to Jadzia's memory. Bashir, had of course, recognized something in her of Jadzia. Bargaining.

In a way, she was going through those same stages, mourning her old self, and trying to accept her new one. Ones.

"Actually, I might take you up on that anti-nausea medication. Unless you think the Captain will stop the ship and just let me out?"

Ezri let Julian guide her to a nearby table and sit, with tea in front of her. And she even sipped it like a good patient.

"Do you think you're going to hurt the computer's feelings?" Ezri asked playfully in between sips.