T’Mor moved with purpose down the corridor to the counselor. Hopefully it would be brief, as the medical check in was. She had transferred many times and had gone through this same procedure each time. The Earth saying came to mind, “familiarity breeds contempt”.

So, rather than being nervous around the concept of the counselor, as she was as an Ensign, T’Mor had planned a different approach. Brief, direct, and only discussing what was already on record. That way, she could avoid unfortunate instances like her first check in on the Ark Angel.

So, she took a deep breath, rang the chime, and waited for her call to enter and face the counselor.

|Lt., j.g. T’Mor, Scientist|

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