"I've heard," Terzen says, sliding up to the bar once Guinan is free of any other patrons. "That the bartender in the Enterprise's Ten Forward can brew a mean jestral tea."

He smiles, friendly enough. Guinan had his curiosity for a while. He couldn't get an accurate reading of her emotions. There was something... there, but he couldn't quite get a fixed reading.

And, hey. Starfleet was about bridging the unknown, right?