Once settled in, which meant setting down the kit to be dealt with when she felt in an organizing mood, Lissan decided it would be best to catch up with her check ins, before they ran off and abandoned her in their wake. Quietly, any noise a potential irony of her mute figure, the enigma of a counselor made her way from her quarters towards the bridge. She had heard the Captain was of Andorian decent, leaving Lissan to ponder what she might be like. Having grown up in a primarily Andorian family, she had met her fair share of personalities between the proud albeit tumultuous people.

Stepping from the turbolift and onto the bridge, she leisurely crossed to the Captain’s ready room, where she hoped to be granted the coincidence that Zoahri would be there. Paying little attention to the voices nagging at the back of her mind, Lissan rose her hand to the chime. Here goes nothing.

Dr. Lissan
Counselor