"Trance!" He jerks, reflexively, as if flinching away from the hypo after it's been administered could actually make stop it hurting.

"Apparently we don't warn people if we're Trance," he complains, rubbing at his arm. Both Trance and Doctor Bashir seem to find this whole thing far more amusing than Dylan. Some bedside manner his medic's got.

She might have a point, though. In a world where there's no such thing as a Heavy Worlder, it's probably a good idea to have somebody around who knows what they're going to be dealing with. Doctor Bashir sure seems fascinated by it if the way he's staring at the computer is any indication.

"Almost every human in my world's genetically enhanced in one way or another. Everyone on my crew is except Harper."

He's not fond of the concept of anyone holding his family background against him. Being a Heavy Worlder is just part of who he is, a legacy from his high-G shuttle pilot mother to go with his skill as a pilot and his love of flying the stars.

"My mother was a high gravity pilot from a family of Heavy Worlders. It's not even like I've been engineered, I just inherited the genes."