Hopefully, we won't have to test it. I didn't pick up any dampening field with the tricorder, but that doesn't mean it isn't there. A food court would be lovely. Let's just hope they're feeling charitable. I'd rather not barter away our clothes for food, but if it does come down to it, we could offer medical services in exchange. [A little bit of light humour to lift the situation.]

[He was about to teasingly quip something about her being a jack of all trades, but she pinned him with that look and tone and he floundered for a moment.]

Oh, is it? [He asked cautiously, but he supposed it wasn't incredibly sensitive information, given most of the races involved hadn't even been discovered by the Federation yet in her time and he only had a guess as to how the war would turn out.] The Federation is at war with the Dominion. A few races from the Gamma Quadrant headed by a race called the Founders. DS9 is the first line of defence between them and the rest of the Alpha Quadrant. Or, it was... Now that pleasure goes to a self-replicating minefield designed by Rom, Quark's brother. But you know I can't give you much more detail than that. [But if context clues give her anything, the fact that he'd been called for a medical emergency in Ops might lend a few educated guesses as to how well it's going.]