[With the knife safely on the floor arm's length away from both of them, Quark feels secure enough to step forward and take her hair. He doesn't linger, but as he holds it in a closed fist he steps back and beams.]

Hey, maybe while we're waiting for what to do next, we could talk more. I don't know that much about you aside from what I heard about the Decision Game...why don't you tell me something about yourself? Just something about you!