A muscle tightens in Diya's jaw. She's hard to ruffle -- compensating for the force bubble she no longer has the privilege of wearing, she has become a mask of impassivity. But Cetagandans are proud to a fault, generally speaking. They're rather used to being superior. And she's not fond of the way Deanna said pre-warp society.

"It doesn't sound as though warp technology is proprietary," Diya notes.