It stood to reason that the people wearing the same funny space pajamas she'd seen Beverly wearing in Zelien also had the same Brookstone gadgets. Fatima examined the tricorder, not trying to understand how it worked, but to compare it to the one Beverly had turned on her in Zelien, the morning after...

Well. She was trying not to think of Sam.

At the very least, Dr. Bashir managed to lower her hackles another few degrees. Although her dhampir metabolism would probably lead to a line of questions all the same.

"A..." Oh, what was that word? "...tripod?" No. That wasn't right.