DEEP SPACE: "In the Hands... " - REV. 04/06/93 - ACT FOUR      40.

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					O'BRIEN
			Hell, I don't even know what we're 
			looking for.  If anything happened 
			here, it's been pretty well covered 
			up.

	Neela nods, frustrated, a quick brief shudder passes across 
	her shoulders... softly vulnerable, and sad --

					NEELA
			Did you know him well?

					O'BRIEN
			Aquino?  Barely knew him at all.  
			Just the welcome aboard, if you need 
			anything speech.  You?

					NEELA
			Not really.  Bajoran and Starfleet 
			officers don't socialize too much...

					O'BRIEN
			How come?

					NEELA
			I don't know.  I guess we just keep 
			to ourselves.

					O'BRIEN
			You're not like that with me.

					NEELA
				(smiles)
			You're not like the others.
				(off O'Brien's curious 
				reaction)
			You know.  You don't put on any 
			airs... You're just... nicer.

	She smiles warmly at him.  A beat.  And suddenly it's just a 
	little too intimate for O'Brien's comfort... he gets up.

					O'BRIEN
			Well, uh, look, I'll close up here... 
			why don't you take off...

					NEELA
			You sure?

					O'BRIEN
				(double meaning)
			Yeah.  I'm sure.