Worf is child of two worlds. He's never quite fit into either - not Klingon enough for the Empire, yet as the only one of his kind in Starfleet, he's too different for his fellow crewmembers to easily embrace. Except her. She doesn't have the culutral sophistication of Will Riker, the wordly experience of Deanna, or Geordi's sense of humour. No, as the child of a forgotten backwater colony, she doesn't get their cultural references or jokes. But she's always right behind him.