Renn smiled as the chief engineer admitted they would get along. It was just what he liked and wanted to hear. He made a mental note to acquire some real Guiness if he could (he'd worked behind a bar long enough to know Earth brews - well, the more famous ones, anyway - when he heard them) and surprise the man. In the meantime, however, he poured a generous serving of scotch into a tumbler and slid it beside his dish.<br/><br/>"Dyar? Sure, if you want to be formal. It is the Bajoran custom to put the surname first. My given name is Renn. And yes, you may call me that. As a matter of fact, I insist that you do, Dun. And yes, the Da Vinci is a fine vessel. I was only there for eighteen months, but I loved every minute of it. Captain Hawthorne is a great CO to serve under, and I'm hoping our current captain will be just as good if not better."<br/><br/>He poured another helping of the strong Earth beverage as he was talking and now raised it in toast.<br/><br/>"To great ships, may they sail the skies forever, and to the great men and women that command them." He leaned in and lowered his voice a little. "But of course, most of all to the great engineers that keep 'em flying! We'd all be grounded otherwise."<br/><br/>He knocked back the drink, letting the liquor burn his throat. They did know how to make good stiff drinks on Earth, but he'd take a tall glass of cool Bajoran ogem any day over all of them. Good thing he'd brought a whole case of it with him. This assignment was a great opportunity to teach some of the other races of the galaxy what fine liquor really was.<br/><br/>"So what do you say, Dun? Does the ship live up to your standards? I know you like things to be just so."