"I wouldn't dream of asking you to get up on my account -- a lady in your condition should be relaxing. I could ask a security guard to find you a pillow--they seem to insist on following me everywhere. It's makes me feel quite unwelcome, actually." The Cardassian gave the two security officers trailing him a glare.

"Why don't you two of you make yourselves useful and find her a pillow and some ice for her water." Honestly, they were looking at him as if he was going to steal away Federation secrets. As if there was something on this ship Central Command didn't know already. Amateurs.