[He did already out himself to her as a genetic freak, so elaborating wouldn't have killed him, but it still made him uncomfortable. There was still stigma to it and he'd hate for his new friend to think ill of him already. Julian did visibly relax when she let him shift the focus onto her.]

Director? You're far higher up on the food chain than I am. [Julian reached up to touch the pair of pips on his collar.] I'm just a lieutenant.

[He settles better on the floor, crossing his legs and letting the little eyeball creature ram itself against his shins until it got comfortable.]

So you're... bound to something called a floppy disk? Is that some kind of ancient artefact with mystical properties? We came across something, Bajoran Orbs, they had mystical powers that I wouldn't have believed in if I hadn't experienced one of them first hand. But if you've still got some kind of connection to this disk, as far as I can tell, that's a good thing. I have to ask... why did it throw office supplies at you?