Gryf didn't offer her hand; wasn't a part of her culture. It had been so long since she'd met anyone else from her planet that she couldn't remember the last time she gave someone a proper 'greeting'. "Gryf," she said instead, smiling. "Ezri Dax..." she murmured, getting it on her tongue.

She eyed the symbol on the front of Ezri's uniform and gestured towards it vaguely with her chin. "From where you work?"