The alarms, and soon after, the sounds of death and dying in the corridors can be heard from the room she's in. Dahlfes's heart soars.

The Cardassian security definitely outnumbers the boarding party. It'd be much more convenient for the Cardassians if they had the space and opportunity to line up their shots better, though. The Klingons aren't often giving that to them much.

In the scramble to fend off the infiltration, she'd practically alone in the little room, shackled, her dress in shreds on the floor, her face and hair caked in blood most of her covered in bruises. It's a very embarrassing way to be found, but when the doors open, she's practically glowing nevertheless.