<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/IWP1F5P.jpg)</div>Name: Alric Dorn<br/>Location: Campus Grounds<br/>Tagging: T'Rena, T'set, Rosalyn, Zaheil<br/><hr/>"I suspect it looks worse than it is." Dorn answered T'Rena's initial question in an unconcerned manner. He gave her a rueful smile and accepted the hankerchief she offered and dabbed at the blood on his face. He tested his teeth with his tongue. They were all there, though a few felt like they had been jostled loose. "You have nothing to apologize for." The Cardassian assured her and accepted her offered help, but the hybrid female was soon not alone.<br/><br/>Dorn was soon also helped up by T'set. The Cardassian raised an eyebrow at the presumption that he would ask about the other male's species but nodded solemnly at the rest of what T'set had to say. Then Dorn took the offered hand and shook it. Dorn's grip was strong and firm. The tall Cardassian briefly considered asking T'set whether individuals truly asked about his species to his face - Dorn was accustomed to Cardassians being slightly more circumspect about something like that - but thought the better of it. "Noble sentiments, Vaan. You are a credit to the institution of the Federation." The Cardassian said, affecting a certain confidence that was the hallmark of his species. "My name is Dorn. Alric Dorn."<br/><br/>The Cardassian nodded in acknowledgement of Rosalyn. He was not aware of her esteemed parentage - a fault of his non-Federation upbringing - and so he failed to treat her with the due admiration and reverence that her storied parentage merited. "I fear that I cannot with any certainty identify the cadets involved." He spread his hands out in a forlorn gesture, smiling ruefully. "I must admit that even if they were presented to me now I doubt I could identify them beyond a shadow of a doubt." The male Cardassian said, adding just the right quality of uncertainty to his voice, and folded his hands in front of his abdomen. "My education during my formative years was somewhat . . . lacking."<br/><br/>Dorn then raised the blood-stained hankerchief to his face and gave a thoughtful expression. "And though I tread in dangerous waters by disagreeing with logic . . . there is nothing so simple about racial animosity. I would prefer not to risk the status of those other cadets. If they are drummed out over something like it would only exacerbate their negative feelings. This is precisely the sort of environment that they need to foster sentiments of interspecies tolerance and cooperation." Dorn smiled, and he did not wince as his lip bled anew for it.<br/><br/>"I will take your counsel and go to a medbay to have myself looked over." The Cardassian acceded to the advice of the others. He turned to Zaheil and gave the diminutive Ferengi a wistful glance and a chuckle. "And in other circumstances I would be quite tempted to peruse your collection of holosuite programs, but at the moment I fear I could scarcely distinguish between a recreation of Riza and a combat simulation. Another time, though." Dorn said in an accomodating fashion, and relayed the location of his quarters to Zaheil for future consultations. "I hope present company will forgive me," Dorn gave a duly apologetic glance at Rosalyn and T'set before returning to addressing Zaheil, "but if you live up to some of the . . . shall we say better? . . . qualities ascribed to Ferengi . . . I may very well live up to the 57th Rule of Acquisition."<br/><br/>Then Dorn spread his hands out before him. "As I already have a volunteer," he nodded towards T'Rena, "to escort me to medbay, I cannot possibly impose on the rest of you as well. I offer my deepest thanks for your concern and consideration, and wish you all the best."