Having exchanged her ridiculous dress for something more sensible and bid farewell to Garak for the time being, Caro boards the train and heads for the food. She won't even pretend to be embarrassed about this. She's hungry and the quality of food available is about to take a nosedive. Oooh, is that cake?

She doesn't see Sullivan anywhere around, but he's probably retreated to the bar car. She's vaguely tempted to go pester him, but she just sits down at the table instead. Mmmm, food. If only eating was a Victor Talent.