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In her capacity as diplomatic envoy for the Betazoid government, Lwaxana Troi had travelled from one end of the Alpha Quadrant to the other. The sight of an unfamiliar starfield outside the nearest viewport was not unsettling to her. But here on this station, if she thought about it for too long, the knowledge that she might be seeing constellations that were completely uncharted by any entity she had ever come in contact with—

Well, that was worth glossing over.

So as she sat at the small table on the observation deck, she gazed out at the stars with only a passing interest. It had taken a bit of concentration not to concentrate on finding familiar star patterns, but once attained, maintaining a detached view of things was not too difficult. Since she was simultaneously attempting to ignore her discomfort at having to present herself in these rags--with her own hair!-- Lwaxana began to regret arriving so early to meet the young Vulcan, and started wishing for someone else to distract her.

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Shepard looks happy herself -- if only because she knows that Bashir will be happy to know that at least one of his friends or acquaintances made their way onto the ship.

"I don't know if it's any consolation, but you certainly don't look old to me." Then again, in her reality, "old" for humans was 150.

"It's good that whatever brought us here made sure we were provided for." Though admittedly, a little strange. "Do you have an ample supply of medication?" She's not exactly sure if Bashir's knowledge of all things medical extends to pharmaceuticals. And she's not entirely sure he has what he needs onboard the station to even reproduce that medication in the first place.

"Oh, thank you, dear," Lwaxana replied. "You're very sweet.

"And, yes, I had the full regimen with me when I left the station, so that's what I had with me when I woke up here! You're probably worried it's contagious, but it can only affect Betazoids," she continued, matter of fact. "Zanthi fever projects any of the afflicted telepath's emotions outward onto anyone nearby, but other than that..."

Lwaxana trailed off. Her telepathy barely functioned here anyway. It was unlikely her malady would have gone unnoticed even if she hadn't had the pills.