Garak listens, head cocked to the side, blue eyes taking everything in. At the very end of the briefing, his chin juts up and out - a fraction, really, not much more.

"I can live with those odds. Which is to say I won't be going near the doctor's equipment. They do have a tendency to be, shall we say, territorial, even where I come from."

He doesn't much like the thought of a 'medigun', either.