OOC: Alt timeline. After the conference room but before she visits deck 5.

Eulailia walked to the counseling office thinking about the orders she was going to give the Tellurites when they boarded the freight to steal the weapons. “Put your hands up and do not move.” She said in the most menacing voice she could think of, practicing the scenario out loud and in her mind. “If you do move, I am going to have to....” Then she mimicked the slashing motion Martel did in the conference room. She did it so effortlessly and when Eulailia did it, well it just looked silly.
*No, no, no, no! I am just not made for this type of work. It worried her she didn’t have what it took. If she couldn’t nail it, then that means she was letting the team down. She put one fist to her mouth and thought about all the bad things that could happen on the ship, especially if she failed to really play her part correctly. When she reached the counseling suite, she rang the chime.

Dacascos, COO