She couldn't quite stop the hand moving to the throat, though the ship did a passing good job at waving off the action as something entirely unrelated. She brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, then ran her fingers along the corridor walls, unwilling to make eye contact at the moment. "I much prefer your ship, as well, though circumstances could be more agreeable."

That Dukat had considered her a threat was marginally amusing and the ship chuckled. She couldn't honestly blame him his actions. "Nor did I expect to find myself stranded on a ship with a man from my waking dreams," she noted, though there was affection there. She had come to care for him in their time in captivity. Memory only reminded her of such. "But what if it is not an outside source that changed the ship's actions? Do you suppose there is an internal issue?"