Now, being thrown back onto the Enterprise as she had been, Pulaski had expected to see certain faces, particularly given the time period, and, yes, Worf had been one of those faces. This Worf, however, had caught her by surprise. She hadn't recognized him till she met those stern eyes.

If Pulaski had gone back into the past, shouldn't people look younger? Worf looked ten years aged, with new wrinkles and greys to show for it. Pulaski decided that it might be politic to keep that assessment behind her teeth, and in the meantime to do some reading on Klingon life stages.

Instead she raised her eyebrows. "Why, being subjected to the same procedures, of course." She rose and went to her erstwhile colleague -- friend, really -- and smiled a bright, wry smile. He may not have been wholly joking but she'd take the Klingon humor as it was offered. "I have to say, being the patient is not foreign to me, but I'm not sure I'll ever develop a taste for it. Now what have you got there?" she asked, bending a little to peer at his hand, even as the marks began to seal themselves.

She looked back up at him, rose one brow higher, "I hope they added a rabies vaccine to your concoction. I didn't even know there were wild animals on the Enterprise to get into fights with."