ZIYAL: I got this holosuite programme from Quark. It's a reproduction of a Cardassian sauna, like the ones they have back home.
GARAK: Yes?
ZIYAL: I was wondering if you might be interested in trying it out with me.
ZIYAL: But if you'd like to stay and share the heat with me, maybe tell me something about home that I don't know, then I would welcome your company. And I get the feeling you would welcome mine.
ZIYAL: My father would be furious to hear me say this, but there's something about Garak I find fascinating.
ZIYAL: But if something were to happen to you, I don't know what I'd do.
GARAK: Oh, I'm sure you could find someone else to eat your meals with. Not that you'd have to. I fully intend to return.
ZIYAL: It's not just the meals.
GARAK: Yes, I know. I'm the only other Cardassian on the station.
ZIYAL: It's not that either. You know that. It's just that you're intelligent and cultured and kind.
GARAK: My dear, you're young, so I realize that you're a poor judge of character.
ZIYAL: Why do you always make fun of my feelings for you?
GARAK: Perhaps because I find them a but misguided.
ZIYAL: If that's what you think, why do you spend so much time with me?
GARAK: Because I'm exiled and alone, and a long way from home. And when I'm with you it doesn't feel so bad.
ZIYAL: I'm glad I could help.
GARAK: Ziyal, no matter what happens, no matter how bleak things may look, I promise you I will come back. You have my word.
ZIYAL: I keep hoping the wormhole will open, that Garak's runabout will come through and everything will be all right again.
