Cleared with a bill of good health, Namid crossed another check-in off their mental list of ‘things to do.’ Pausing just beyond Sickbay’s doors, they considered which option to take next. Naim’s office was closer to them, but they didn’t want to hop from medical to introduction to medical again. All the sudden changes would make for an even longer day. Shaking their head, they tugged at their uniform and found their way back to the turbolift.

If nothing else, they were starting to get used to Manhattan.

Minutes later, Namid roamed up to the Counselor’s office and palmed the chime. They stepped back should another patient came strolling out and released their shoulders into a somewhat relaxed position. Argimeau wasn’t overly concerned with the psychological element of the boarding process. They were eccentric with a whim for the hasty, but they weren’t exactly a compelling case. For once, that seemed to work in their favour. A quaint little grin plastered onto their lips, Namid waited for the Counsellor’s response.

– Namid Argimeau, Scientific Intelligence