Who could get lonely with 8 other selves? Probably normal people who didn't have to worry about mistakenly ordering gagh or blood wine instead of a nice salad or souffle. People who didn't know what it was like to die in a shuttle explosion. Or kill people. Oh dear, was that peppermint tea coming up the wrong way again?

Ezri heaved a little, gagging and looking green at the thought. Nothing like Joran and Torias to really bring out the nausea.

"I think I might have to take you up on that anti-emetic. Think I could get you to escort a girl to sickbay before I vomit all over the floor?I can't believe I'm space sick. I'm a space sick starfleet officer." It was pretty pathetic.