Ziyal was not about to go anywhere near the entrance to the mines. She'd spent six years mostly underground, doing back-breaking work, seeing people collapse from exhaustion and illness. The Breen didn't exactly believe in medical treatment, anyone from the Ravinok who'd succumbed got shortly put out of their misery, whether they were Cardassian or Bajoran.

Once she'd survived, been rescued, she'd sworn to herself that she would never go back underground if she could help it. She didn't even feel safe in basements. And the earthquake made her knuckles go pale silver-grey as she held onto the railing for dear life. She felt the unease deep in her bones. Earthquakes held nothing good for people forced to live and work underground.