The unexpected impact saw Dorn brace himself to keep from falling over. He flexed several muscles at once. The source of the contact seemed to be a young Vulcan female, and Dorn cocked his head to one side as she apologized. The Cardassian smoothed the shirt of his cadet uniform in a slow gesture, projecting a calm confidence. "It is of no importance." Dorn said with an affectedly casual dismissal. He debated ascribing her actions to logic in an attempt to appear gracious, but discarded it as being over the top. He also doubted it would be taken as such.<br/><br/>The Cardassian took a moment to glance down at his shoes. It was a subtle check and he noted mentally that they would need to be polished to remedy her standing upon them. His bag contained a brush and polish.<br/><br/>Dorn glanced around the hallway. It did not seem that they were observed. He felt a trickle of anxiety that he tried not to show, keeping his face just this side of arrogant. "My name is Alric Dorn. I have only recently arrived . . . and I was of a mind to head to the mess hall for some refreshment. Would you care to join me?" The man asked, the left corner of his mouth turning upwards into a half-smile that showed a few very white, straight teeth.