The praise got Worf to straighten in pride, a smile of his own appeared briefly. Not an expression usually on a Klingon's face, as no teeth were bared. "If you are Commander Chekov, it is thanks to you and the crew of your Enterprise." He felt Chekov had the right to know that much. And that he was known even decades later.

A flash of sorrow he can understand, but he doesn't comment. He nodded curtly. "Lead the way. I should learn more of where things are here."