He approached with the clothing but she only briefly glanced at him, more interested in the internal workings of the replicator than donning garments. She'd seen his microfibre before and for all she trusted him, she was still apprehensive about getting dressed.

"I can imagine how different it must have been," she noted, pleased at this new bit of information about the Cardassian. Seeing him in his element was refreshing, as well. He had always been so frustrated with their captivity on the island, but here he seemed a natural fit, and not only because he fit the surroundings in ways he never had a Grecian civilization.

The change in the engine was intriguing and the TARDIS stood, holding the shirt in her hand as she stared at the ceiling. "Something is pleasing to her," she noted, lingering in the room a moment longer before following Dukat as he moved purposely from the replicator. "Would it not be wiser to go to the engines? What do you intend on discovering on the bridge?" She would follow him no matter where he went, but she did truly want to see the ship's engine room.