Noah had finished setting up his quarters, taken a quick sonic shower and tried out the replicator’s version of clam chowder. Definitely not like back home but he supposed he would have to get used to that considering there were not a lot of places around here to find a good Pacific razor clam. With all of that out of the way he decided he had better get cleared for duty. Conveniently, the counseling suites were just down the corridor from his quarters so that seemed like the best place to start.

With a final straightening of his uniform and a hand through his dark hair he stepped out into the corridor and made his way over to the counseling suites. He stepped inside and registered with the reception desk, then sat down to wait. Many people likely would have been nervous, counselors seemed to have a reputation of getting into people’s heads and digging around, but Noah was excited to meet and work with this group of professionals. Mental health is just as important to a person’s well being as their physical health and, with civilians onboard, there were likely a lot of surprising issues that came up from being in space for long periods of time. Besides all of that, Noah felt like he was a decently well adjusted individual and didn’t expect any surprises of his own.

Ensign Astor, Medical