Speak of the devil, and he shall appear--perhaps Ezri should have eaten more apples in an attempt to keep him away, but Julian had just come into the room to lend a quick hand--he wasn't technically on duty today, and there weren't as many people to deal with as last time. But he wanted to see if there was anyone about he recognized, first, and second to get a read on the new faces on the ship.

It's Ezri's uniform that draws his attention first, actually, the grey shoulders more in line with what he was wearing than the normal duty uniforms of the Enterprise crew. It immediately gives a visual cue that she's from closer to his timeline, or even farther on. He's not discounting that possibility.

"Hello, there," he greets--rather cheerfully, actually. There's no war here, no Dominion, he hasn't needed to do extensive triage in weeks--he's feeling rather fantastic about all that.