The screen activates and shows a Bajoran man in his early thirties sitting in very spartan quarters. The rather utilitarian nature of his cabin is contrast starkly by the fine threads he's wearing.
"Stuck at Milan Station," he says, taking the occasional sip from a beverage. "They appear to have problems with their cargo management system, so it's going to be a short while until I can unload the 19,000 tons of crafts material and move on to the next spot of this trading run. The run itself has been rather unremarkable."
