What a time to take a tour of the Bridge. Ziyal was being escorted by a Human crewmember in Security gold--she didn't mind, she was a civilian here, and she was fairly sure they wouldn't know how else to treat her, considering that her father was Gul Dukat and she herself was obviously part Cardassian--the relations between Cardassia and the Federation still weren't exactly good.

That was a face she hadn't expected to see--she looked different somehow, between the makeup and the headband and the uniform that was absolutely nothing like anything she'd ever seen Nerys wear.

"Nerys...?"