Evrilla examined Tatyl, trying to determine if she was presentable. Her daughter’s short bob was neat, and her outfit was a miniature version of Evrilla’s own, reminiscent of Starfleet uniforms, in the same blue of medical, but both of them were clearly civilians. She nodded, straightened her own jacket, and pressed the chime on the counselor’s office.
-Evrilla (Pathologist) and Tatyl (Evrilla’s daughter)