As J.C. left the CSciO’s office, he let himself relax somewhat. He’d managed to not make a complete ass of himself at minimum, but he’d hoped he’d at least left a reasonable impression of… Competence? He shook his head to himself.

It only got marginally easier from here.

He gave a slight nod to a passing crewperson, hoping that his nerves weren’t visible, then stepped back on the turbolift from whence he came not overly long ago.

“Deck Six, please,” he said to the turbolift console after the doors hissed closed. He took a moment to lean against the far bulkhead, a half-smile on his lips, trying to figure out if he was still more excited than nervous…

A few moments later, J.C. was striding his way down the corridor towards Main Sickbay, at least seeming a little more calm and collected than before. Medical exams were never a big deal for him… There we at least a few stories to tell, with the salt-and-pepper hair and the scars…

Though some stories were better not told, maybe. But he knew that between this visit and the psych exam…

The parting of the Main Sickbay doors pulled J.C.’s thoughts back to the current moment of time. He looked around for a moment, and then pulled together a smile for the nearest med tech.

“Excuse me, I’m reporting in for my physical. Cadet Swishman…?”

Cadet J.C. Swishman, Engineer