People rarely realize what they're missing. Guinan appreciates an unusual order; the men and women who make them usually end up some of her most interesting customers.

The old Starfleet uniform this one is wearing only seems to confirm that suspicion.

"How is everything?"

She smiles kindly, pillowing her chin in her hand. Her dark, bottomless eyes belie an age her youthful appearance masks, braids pulled back in an elaborate headpiece, and clothes loose and colorful.