T’Mor waited patiently in the medical bay. Nothing seemed terribly wrong from the outside, only because she was intentionally covering it up. The only indication something was wrong was the occasional scratching and itching at her arms. Only for her to cover them up immediately afterwards. This was a recurring condition. One that brought a lot of discomfort, and not just because of the rash. It served as a manifestation of her lack of control over her own emotions.

T’Mor had no plans to discuss it in depth, however. She was here to simply report the problem, perhaps received some topical treatment that could last a few days, and ultimately ignore the underlying problem until the symptoms went away.

|Lt., j.g. T’Mor,
Chief Science Officer|