Seven's hearing is rather more acute than the average Human's, more than enough to hear all of the new arrival's muttering--she's wearing a uniform similar in style to the Starfleet ones all around, and the badge was certainly familiar. Seven was wearing one in the same style.
She hadn't yet encountered any Starfleet officers that spoke to themselves this much, and she also had...problems with non-verbal cues, such as staring, that the crew of Voyager was used to with her, but the crew of the Enterprise was not. And so her eyes are drilling holes into Ezri from where she's sitting alone across Ten Forward with her plate of sad-looking steamed vegetables, trying to figure her out.
Trill. Starfleet. Inconclusive as to whether or not she was Joined. From a contemporary timeline to Seven's own, or further ahead--she assumed. That was perhaps the Human propensity for wishful thinking coming out.
She wasn't socially aware enough to realize that she's staring in a intensely uncomfortable way for anyone who's the target of her scrutiny.
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She hadn't yet encountered any Starfleet officers that spoke to themselves this much, and she also had...problems with non-verbal cues, such as staring, that the crew of Voyager was used to with her, but the crew of the Enterprise was not. And so her eyes are drilling holes into Ezri from where she's sitting alone across Ten Forward with her plate of sad-looking steamed vegetables, trying to figure her out.
Trill. Starfleet. Inconclusive as to whether or not she was Joined. From a contemporary timeline to Seven's own, or further ahead--she assumed. That was perhaps the Human propensity for wishful thinking coming out.
She wasn't socially aware enough to realize that she's staring in a intensely uncomfortable way for anyone who's the target of her scrutiny.