That was fine. The not-so-hypothetical death discussion had distracted Ezri from the detail of handshaking anyway. "Nice to meet you, Gryf," she said, walking to a more conversational distance.

She put her hand briefly on the combadge. (It didn't work. She'd tried it already.) "Yes, it's to show that I'm from Starfleet. I serve on Deep Space 9." It was a little weird that Gryf didn't recognize the Starfleet insignia, but it would be very hard not to know it if she was anywhere near the Alpha, Beta, or Gamma Quadrants.