“I thought Cardassians had eidetic memory,” Joza joked, not turning from the job he was doing searching crates. 
  Miv didn’t look up from the pad she was using to “cheat” calculations for a code lock, “I thought your back was turned. I always forget how good your hearing is, my friend.”
  “Not as good as it used to be,” Joza’s tricorder whirred and beeped away as he worked, “too many close calls with grenades on away missions. My new doc is good, but he’s getting tired of stitching me back together, so let’s try to avoid that this trip, ok?”
  “Don’t worry, Captain,” Miv finally turned and gave Joza a slight wink, “I’m planning to get you back safely. Only slightly singed at most. Besides, do you think my first officer would have let me come if it was anything more than a dull, routine, utterly safe research mission?”
  Joza raised an eyebrow, “I don’t know, Admiral Koril, you could have pulled rank for all I know.”
  “Very true,” Miv nodded sagely, “you really never can tell with me.”
  “That’s why I never ask,” Joza replied dryly, returning to his task with a hint of a smile, as much as he ever showed. 
  Miv smiled too. It was good to be working together in the field again. There was no one she trusted more to have her back than the curt Bajoran.