"Oh, certainly, I'm hardly complaining. As abductions and unexpected relocations go, this is mild." No Jem'Hadar, no alternate reality with thoroughly unpleasant versions of the people he knew and loved, no impending riots. Granted, there was the fact that they'd be coming up on one of the worst battles in Federation history in a matter of a handful of months, and he couldn't say a thing to stop it...

Well. He'd very nearly managed to not think about that for a day. Can't have that.

"I'm sure we can find something for you to do." Julian produces a hypospray containing the standard run of vaccinations and antibiotics, and doses her with it. "And done."