Most people would know better than to poke their noses in business not their own, but Garak knows better than most people. He knows, that the first thing you do after poking your head through that intriguingly blue door (which, we may note, was of a shade he's always been particularly fond of), is to take stock of your surroundings.

They are unlike anything he has ever seen. Peculiarly archaic, but with a certain, disinfected sort of charm. But, judging by the agenda on the wall, enhanced as it is by a Human female wearing barely a thread on her body - well - it is hardly difficult to surmise this is some kind of Earth.

The storage space gets a cursory glance, as does the material within.

Next, he ventures into the adjacent facility, ever ready to make good use of his open mind.