Truly speaking, this wasn't even his crew--not aside from the connection he felt to all Starfleet officers, as comrades. Jadzia wasn't here. Neither was Ezri, and despite having just met her, he also knew her well. He didn't want to see her hurt either.

Thank God, though, that he was listening. A switch seems to flip almost instantly, Julian smiling for the edification of the crowd. He's having to play it up far too much lately.

"What a terrible misunderstanding. Off we go, then." And he turns his back, not fearlessly, but because there's really no other option he has at the moment, and walks out the door.