He tapped his index finger on the side of the panel, equally irritated that he had allowed an unguarded moment. The past several days had been trying with the Founders becoming more strident and unreasonable about the war efforts on the whole. He didn't want to get into all of that, so he kept it to his surface irritation.

"If we're brought back into phase, you'll see for yourself," he said a little flatly. "An obsequious little vole of a creature called a Vorta. I was just thinking that he's likely plaguing my crew as we speak, interfering, and getting in the way with his ridiculous questions. If he wasn't...valued...by our allies, I'd have jettisoned him out of an airlock at the first opportunity." He might yet, he thought, if Weyoun irritated him enough. Let his clone come to them with that memory to chew on.