Posted by Lieutenant Anastasia Darren (Chief of Psychiatry) in Side sim- Psych Eval-Somewhere on Deck 2
Ana eyed Gordon as he selected a lollipop. She could tell that he had selected at random, as the orange-colored and -flavored confection didn’t really seem to fit her expectation of him.
Gordon eyed the orange flavoured lollipop, he hated orange flavoured things. However he was committed now, it would look stupid if he put it back…
With a forced smile he put it in his mouth, trying to mask his disgust with an equally unconvincing “mmm”.
An unexpectedly sympathetic look came over the counselor’s face as Muir answered her question. “I understand,” she replied, her voice quiet but the most sincere that it had been thus far in their interaction. “You know there’s nothing wrong with that, right? Not everyone wants to be in charge of someone…” Her fingers reflexively went to the collar of her uniform before she caught herself and returned them to a folded position. The shiny pips on her uniform were always a distinct reminder that, as a credentialed doctor, she was expected to hold an officer commission but, frankly, the training had not been of interest to her thus far. One slightly lengthened inhalation later and she had steadied herself, tucking a loose lock of hair behind her ear before continuing. “Well, is there anything you would like to discuss with me?”
Gordon nodded, “Taking charge isn’t the problem ma’am, my mother always said I was a bossy little sod.” He said smiling, “I think I’m good Ma’am, do you have anything for me or can I let you get back to work?” He said moving to the edge of his seat. He mentally tried to picture somewhere he could discreetly ditch the foul tasting confectionary he’d idiotically picked up, it had sat in house mouth slowly disintegrating.
Crewman Gordon Muir, Sec
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