Terzen declined politely, taking his seat opposite Picard's desk. He settles, mostly at ease, but still attentive. A learned skill in most Starfleet officers.

"I've heard of Counsellor Troi. Good things, I assure you." A pleasant smile. "The Trill are a lot like the Betazoids, captain. They're not a secretive race, they simply don't see the... need to reveal something that's completely normal."