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Pre-Sim: Counselor's Office

Posted June 6, 2019, 5:09 p.m. by Ensign Enina Nox (Engineer) (Sarah M)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Royal Sinclair (Counselor) in Pre-Sim: Counselor’s Office

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“How was our trip to the Saracen, Ensign? Uneventful, I hope?” the big man asked as he finished up the file. Standing up, the man was almost seven feet tall. But there was an ease to his movements that seemed to indicate an ease and relaxed manner not typical of larger human beings. Walking over to replicator, he ordered a cup of tea and then joined her in the seating area, taking the single chair facing away from the desk.

Sinclair, CNS

“Yeah, it was fine,” Enina responded, with an air as if she had just been discussing walking from her house to the local shop. She glanced up at Sinclair’s full height as he made his way to get his tea and then to join her. Wow, this dude was tall. She allowed herself another moment to observe him and then, as he settled, directed her eyes back down at her hands, folded in her lap, and slouched down a bit more in the couch. What was it with these psych types and tea…

Ensign Nox, Eng

“Fine? Well, I suppose that’s better than some.” he said and then took a sip and set the cup down on the low table. Leaning back a bit, he said “Now, you do know that this whole thing is easier if you actually talk, right?” with a friendly grin, his brogue lending a warmth to his words.

Sinclair, CNS

Enina unfolded her hands enough so that she could circle her pointer fingers around one another. She studied her rotating fingers carefully for a few moments before directing her attention back at the counselor.

“I don’t have anything to talk about,” she responded, with a nonchalant shrug. “I mean, I know how these things go, I’m a Starfleet brat, but I don’t have any secret conditions or murderous tendencies or anything…” Clearly, she didn’t hold the psychological evaluation process in much esteem. Really, she just wanted to get out of here and move on to finding out where engineering was and how she could improve the CMO’s office. She tilted her head back against the back of the couch and stared at the ceiling, mentally moving walls in Sickbay around to see if she could squeeze out a little more room here or there.

“Can I go yet?” she questioned, in an entirely serious tone despite the somewhat immature nature of the question.

Ensign Nox, Eng


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