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So...I guess we're going to be getting to know each other. And you're already planning to take me somewhere--that might be a bit optimistic, but it'll be nice to meet some new people. I'm certainly not complaining.

Just don't get too ahead of yourself, okay? I know how to wait.

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I would suggest you temper your optimism. For all their assurances, there's precious little benevolence to be had from these children playing at godhood.

Believe me, I know when optimism isn't warranted. I've been through a lot more than you'd think.

Ma'am. [Have a hat tip of respect, though the Lone Ranger looks a little worried that those might be scars on the lady's face.] You've just arrived?

[She's not particularly used to seeing people in big fancy hats, but hey--she can roll with it.]

More or less, yes I have.

[~~The store didn't have a bigger one.~~ He gives her a smile that's hopeful for her future here.] Welcome, then. Nice to have you. Did you travel far?

Well...yes. Very far, in fact. I'm not quite sure how far it is between Earth and Bajor, but it's quite a long way...

[Now...he might have trouble wrapping his head around that one.]

...the Earth here? I ain't heard of a place called Bajor. [Scuse the Texas accent on pronouncing her planet's name. His best guess would be it's overseas somewhere. Africa or Europe maybe.]

I'm not surprised, it's halfway across the Quadrant--um, in space.

[Yep, you're talking to a genuine space alien. Have fun with that.]

[Alien isn't even in his vocabulary. His eyebrows show up above his mask.]

Space?

...you mean...? [He points up, space is where the stars were, right?]

Exactly!

[She beams at him, all chirpy and cheerful. You got it in one, good job!]

[He clears his throat awkwardly, trying to imagine how far that would be. It's hard to imagine.]

Well. That's far.

[Understatement of the year.]

I mean, so there's other folk out there? Like you? Not just us here?

[Pretty much. It'd take a few centuries to get there at sublight speeds.]

Yes, and more. I'm Cardassian and Bajoran--those are two different species--but there's a lot more than just us and Humans out there.

[Much longer by train...or horse...]

Wow. That's...wow. I'm mighty pleased to meet you, Miss... [um] ...Miss Cardass'ian. [Close but not quite. Maybe he should introduce himself instead.] I'm a Texas Ranger...the Lone Ranger they call me. [Please don't give him grief about the mask, everyone keeps asking about it.]

[Have fun trying to breathe in vacumn!]

Tora Ziyal, actually--so it would be Miss Tora. But Ziyal is perfectly fine.

[She's a friendly space alien and is not too hung up on propriety for someone who's father is definitely infamous and next best thing to a dictator.]

I've never been to Texas--well, I've never been to Earth in general, so. What's it like, there?

[Whew, Miss Tora is a whole lot easier to say. And it suits her, he thinks. He touches the brim of his hat again with a smile.]

Miss Tora. That's a shame, Texas is...well, it's big. Lots of space. Begging your pardon, ma'am, not the space you got up there or anything but it's big enough for regular folks here. Rough country at times but folks can be tougher. There's cactuses and buffalo...and indians. You probably should watch out for those, they can be too smart for their own good. [He's thinking of ONE indian in particular.]

What's your neck of the woods like?

I've nothing against pitting one's own will against the universe. It maintains an awareness of personal capability that is necessary to survive. But to become an unwilling pawn? That is not the path I intend to carve for myself.

I don't think it's the path anyone intends. How many people actually manage to get through their lives with nothing going wrong at all?

You have a point.

Still, though you're eager to meet new people, not all people will be eager to meet you. Even worse, those that are may be eager for the wrong reasons.

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