Panel 1: Lieutenant Commanders Idaris (a half-Trill, half-Bajoran woman with the palest befreckled skin this side of Aldebaran III) and Ti'Ana (a half-Vulcan, half-El-Aurian woman with dark skin) stand in a turbolift. Idaris: So it turns out I pass pretty well. Ti'Ana: What? Of course you do! I wouldn't even know except for... Panel 2: Shot of just Idaris speaking. Idaris: No, not that. I mean... As a Human. Panel 3 (captioned "Earlier..."): Idaris stands in someone's personal quarters, in front of a replicator. She has stand-offish body language and is Not Amused. Crewman #1 (a Human man of possibly Irish descent) sits nearby, holding out a beer mug plantively. His face is full of both shock and dismay. Idaris: No, I will not modify your replicator to produce real alcohol. Crewman: Not even for St. Patrick's Day? Where's your pride in your Irish heritage!?

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Panel 1:
Lieutenant Commanders Idaris (a half-Trill, half-Bajoran woman with the palest befreckled skin this side of Aldebaran III) and Ti'Ana (a half-Vulcan, half-El-Aurian woman with dark skin) stand in a turbolift.
Idaris: So it turns out I pass pretty well.
Ti'Ana: What? Of course you do! I wouldn't even know except for...

Panel 2:
Shot of just Idaris speaking.
Idaris: No, not that. I mean... As a Human.

Panel 3 (captioned "Earlier..."):
Idaris stands in someone's personal quarters, in front of a replicator. She has stand-offish body language and is Not Amused. Crewman #1 (a Human man of possibly Irish descent) sits nearby, holding out a beer mug plantively. His face is full of both shock and dismay.
Idaris: No, I will not modify your replicator to produce real alcohol.
Crewman: Not even for St. Patrick's Day? Where's your pride in your Irish heritage!?

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