Part of her wanted to tell Julian everything. To tell her friend, her very good friend what had happened, lean on his shoulder like old times. New old times?Whatever these were. The other part of her thought this was a great and very interesting psychological study on the intrinsic characteristics of previous hosts in joined Trill.

"Well, I guess that depends on the culture and society of the being whom you're being nice to. Being polite to a Klingon in certain situations might not be the brightest idea in the book." Ezri gave him a playful smirk. "And we don't know who replicators like to be addressed."

The Trill sipped her tea, hoping it would settle her stomach, and asked him, "You have no idea who I am do you?"