"You look like you could use a drink. I could use a drink if I could decide what I want--not what all the other hosts want. Do you know how many times I've ordered raktajino by mistake? Quark tried to give me blood wine once." Ezri made a face, the memory making her nauseous again.

"So, what you're saying is you wormed your way in here when you weren't on duty, wouldn't leave me alone and gave me a physical all when you could have been doing something else. Something enjoyable. You know, I seem to remember you getting awfully upset at Kira when she tried something similar."

It was hard for Ezri to go back. From her perspective, everyone had already adapted to her presence on Deep Space Nine. She had trouble remembering that it was a very different situation here. And Dax of course wanted to pick up where she left off with her friends.

Life was hard sometimes.