Dukat grunted at the sudden contact of their bodies but it didn’t affect him too badly, he was after all a man trained for blows to the body but running into another wasn’t all that pleasant. He stepped back from the psychologist, giving him a sour expression that seemed to be intensified by his height and his body posture but his ashen face soon softened a bit when the displeasure passed “Seems you and I have had quite a collision” he stated his tone authoritarian with just the hint of intrigue. Oddly it was similar to an American with a more northern region accent.
The gul lifted a brow as his piercing blue depths studied the human male in front of him. He didn’t appear hurt or anything of that sort but something struck him when he looked at him, he could almost swear he was staring a human version of himself. The Cardassian shook that odd thought from his head, deciding to focus on a destination “You wouldn’t happen to know where a bar is? I am quite a need for kanar.”