It seemed this human had enough sass to spare, in any case.

She regarded him coolly as he rattled off his series of questions. He was obviously being a flirt, but Imania couldn't really fault him for a little harmless banter. Besides, it had been a while since she'd gotten that look from anyone--it was a bit flattering. Once he was through with his inquiries, she paused for just a moment, then held up one hand, lifting a finger with each answer.

"One, a race of people from the planet Bajor. Two, an extremely strong metal used in starship hull construction. Three, another metallic substance, used for lighter-grade construction. Four, you ask nicely, and finally, five..." She hesitated briefly, then chuckled. "You could take a wild guess how I like my coffee, if you're feeling lucky."

She was, of course, happy to discuss Bajor and duranium and even how the replicators worked--she had always been pleased by a curious mind unafraid to ask questions--but if he was going to be blatantly forward, she was at least going to make him follow through.