"Nice to meet you, Jr," she said, shaking his hand and returning the smile. She was curious about the 666 tattoo, but she could ask later--the Number of the Beast didn't exactly figure big in Trill society, and she'd heard enough questions about her spots in three hundred years herself.

She turned back to the replicator. "It's sort of an everything machine. You just say what you want, and it'll make it--um, where are you from, Junior?" she added, remembering about the Prime Directives.