Bren had an undergraduate degree in psychology, a doctorate in neuroscience, and the empathic abilities of a Betazoid. Outside the requirements of the job, he’d spent little time on a counselor’s couch. Still, as he palmed the chime alerting Counselor O’Farrell of his arrival, he had a nagging sense that he was entering a meeting whose outcome he wasn’t confident he could control. He chalked it up to the fact that, although he’d been out of the Academy for a number of years, this was his first ship assignment. It was a shift in his career trajectory to move from the Daystrom Institute to the Atlantis.

Had he sorted out his reasons enough in his own mind to explain it to a trained professional?

When the door opened, the Counselor would see nothing that outwardly gave away any inner conflict or doubt. Instead she would see an officer whose blue, grey and black uniform fit well over his trim frame and who combined eyes that crinkled slightly in the corners when he smiled. And he smiled easily.

Satis, MO