After Julian's conversation with Deanna, what she told him about the genetic experiments and their decision to do what they can to impede it, Julian had been deciding who, exactly, he should approach and where he should begin.

Lady Diya had seemed like the logical choice, from what Deanna had told him and what he'd learned from everyone else he'd spoken to.

He was prepared to weave some kind of story, if he needed to, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't treating this at least a little like a holonovel. The Cetagandans had social roles that are nearly as complicated and thorny as Cardassian ones, and it's easier to create a bit of a personality to inhabit with that in mind.

(Garak here would be a nightmare. A glorious one, but still a nightmare.)

He doesn't want to approach her when she's in the gardens--that seems like an improper time. Instead, he makes sure she's in the medical complex--not in the least because he feels better about being in territory that's at least vaguely familiar. Despite the natural inclination, he deliberately avoids looking straight at her as he approaches--it feels to him like he's broadcasting nervousness, but he has to remind himself--this is normal. Ranging possibly on painfully polite. Hopefully it's not a line he's crossing too far.

"Lady Diya, may I have a word?"