Garak did a double take. He was sure he'd never met the Cardassian now approaching him from across the Promenade yet something about the new arrival was disturbingly familiar. The clues were present. He had only to observe. The revelation came a moment later. He greeted his friend with a smile of pure amusement.

"You knew it was me," Bashir deduced upon arrival, sounding slightly disappointed.

"If you want to truly change your identity, you'll have to do more than just chance your outward appearance."

"What gave me away?"

"Many things. Most especially your eyes. Compassion is hard to disguise."