Julian's eyes narrow, for just a moment, as he judges the speed at which the other man moves. He has to reassess--there's definitely something other than human about him. Of all people to be qualified to make that assessment, Julian's sure he's one of them. If anything, he's reminded of a Jem'Hadar soldier.

He puts his hands down, voice going from conciliatory to cool. He's still rooted to the spot, and there is no waver in his voice, no tic to peg him as lying--because he's not.

"The USS Enterprise-D, Galaxy-class, under Captain Jean-Luc Picard. The year is 2366."