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"Oh, shut up Joran."

Ezri mumbled to herself. He had never been this vocal before, well, before the Rite of Emergence. Which wasn't a mistake. He did help her catch the killer, not that Benjamin or the others would ever know. That would not be a fun conversation. 'Why no, Ben, I didn't use what I learned in Forensic Psychology, I just used Joran.' It would go so well. But now? Now she had to be vigilant. Ezri wouldn't be able to bury his personality as deeply as Curzon or Jadzia. And Ezri didn't have training in the first place. She didn't want to accidentally almost stab someone with a butter knife again. Talk about embarrassing. Benjamin hadn't been exactly understanding when that happened. Thank goodness Odo had come along, and taken the knife out of her hand before something really bad had happened.

Ezri had intended to take a walk along the Promenade, clear her head. That was until she wasn't in the Promenade anymore. She was in a bar. And it wasn't Quark's. It was....Ezri took a few steps toward a console. The U.S.S. Enterprise? Oh and they were at warp. The Trill put a hand on her stomach and another on her temple trying to fight back the wave of nausea and flashes of Torias' shuttle accident. Dying. Crashing. Oh no.

"Okay Ezri, you can figure this out. Just start by not barfing all over the security guard eating his lunch. He wouldn't appreciate that at all."

Ezri talked to herself.

"One. Wormhole aliens? Two. Spacial phenomenon? Three. I could just be going nuts. That's my clinical assessment of myself."

Ezri closed her eyes, trying to sort through eight other lifetimes of memories to remember if anyone served or visited the Enterprise D. That was....Curzon or Jadzia's time? Maybe she was just hallucinating memories. Did that happen? Maybe she should qualify that. Did that happen to her? It probably didn't happen to another other Joined Trill. That's Ezri, nothing easy for Ezri.

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Henry nodded and smiled, taking a small drink and then getting ready to take notes.

Pianist. Musician. He wrote. Perhaps Ezri would give him enough information that he could find out who she was from the computer.

She didn't want to trick the boy--but Ezri was a little bit glad that Joran wasn't connected to Dax on the computers. He was still covered up. The forgotten host. No wonder he's so angry....well, that and because he enjoys killing people. He was sick, and didn't deserve to be forgotten. Joran was a part of Dax. It wasn't fair.

"And my family. That's a pretty safe topic. Well, as safe as family gets. My family has a perguim mining operation in the Sapporos system. We don't really get along. I actually joined Starfleet to get out of the house--and the family buisness, which everyone seemed to think I should join. The entire family is married to it, whether they want it or not."

Henry wrote all that down as well in his own note form, that really didn't make much sense due to the lack of sentences and different colours but he'd write it up neater later.

Then he waited because it was her turn to ask. He didn't have much to add about family, not wanting to talk about his own.

"What do you do here to keep occupied? I already know you've practically devoured the Starfleet database," Ezri chided playfully, stirring the cinnamon stick in the mug. This was so much better than raktajino. She had no idea how Jadzia and Curzon could stomach it much less like it. It was disgusting.

Henry looked a little sheepish. He'd locked himself away for three weeks prior to this after all.

"Just that really. Not much to do here when there's not much to explore."

"There's plenty to do here.It's a Starship. I mean, I know you can't go to the bridge,but there's the arboretum, the holodecks. I think there are classes here too for the other children. Sure, it's not fun, but you could get a 24th century education." Dax gave Henry a wink.

"So, what's the real reason you haven't been doing things?"

"It's my turn to ask." He frowned, not wanting to answer that question and so deflecting with the rules.

"Do you think you could show me the bridge sometime since you're Starfleet?"

"Tell you what. Why dont we go down to the holodeck? I can pull up a simulation of the bridge and we can have a little fun. Maybe get a piloting lesson?"

Henry could do worse things than get a piloting lesson from a professional pilot. And since they were on the holodeck Torias couldn't crash.

Oh maybe piloting was a bad idea.....

"Yeah, okay." That sounded like fun. "Maybe you could teach me how to use it." He had ideas for the holodeck since he learnt about them but he didn't know how to make them yet.

He put his notebook back in his bag and closed it up, finishing his drink.

"Alright then. See, we found something fun to do." Ezri gave the boy a nudge with her elbow, smiling. She took another sip of her drink, it really was quite good, and set it down.

"Let's go. Computer, what level is the holodecks located on?" The computer responded the holodecks are on deck 10 and 12. Ezri would have to revisit what's really bothering the boy. Later. Once she got to know him more. It was obvious he didn't want to talk about it. And she wouldn't get anywhere by pushing.

"I could have told you that." He meant about the holodecks. He knew where most of the places where on the ship from study. Then he picked up his bag, shouldered it, and headed towards the exit and the turbolift.

Ezri gave the boy a look. "I haven't been on a galaxy class ship for a while now. The whole organization is different. Looks like you'll have to be my tour guide. You up for it?"

Stepping in the turbolift, she told the computer where to take them and they were off. "You ever been to one of these before?" Dax asked, standing outside one of the unused holodecks.

Henry shrugged and nodded heading towards the turbolift and letting her talk to it. Standing outside the holodeck, he shook his head. But that may, or may not, be the truth.