Diplomatic to a fault. It's all Weyoun knows.

"Yes, unfortunately so." He takes the cup of tea from the replicator, motioning out to the rest of the lounge. "A few of the people here filled me in on what has been happening recently. Temporal displacement... A rather... messy business."

He takes a sip of the tea and closes his eyes, making a happy little noise. Seems he enjoys it.

"Come, doctor, won't you join me? I'm sure we can find a table and... trade stories, as it were."