It's probably all for the best that Nerys has had a bit of liquid courage. No matter how much Beverly might say 'oh, it's just Jean-Luc', no matter how distant they might be from the Federation, and no matter how unimpressed by ceremony she usually is, it's hard to shake the gut reaction that Picard is a generally benevolent but remarkably powerful person. As a result, she does not want to fuck this up.

"Major Kira Nerys, yes." She inclines her head a little, then adds, "But no one's called me Major for a pretty long time, just Nerys." Her smile's a little tight, but genuine, if wry, as she gestures back towards the tables still heaving with food. "And it probably won't hurt you, but that's not to say that there might not be seemingly unrelated but remarkably coincidental problems and tragedies after this, I'm afraid. It's sort of like the, uh...what's the human saying? Root vegetable before the stick."