This time, though, he didn't say anything--he's curious, but there's not a spark of recognition in his eyes at all. He does pull out a chair across from her, sitting down and folding his hands together.

"Never hurts to be polite, does it?" he says, amused. It was, truthfully, a rather odd habit. But he felt like he himself would feel unappreciated if he worked all day as hard as a replicator did and no one showed him any common decency.

"Doubtful--he has to keep all of us in one place, better that way if Q decides to play nice and send us all back."