Kier was wringing his hands as he moved swiftly through the corridor. Seeing the counselor was always the worst part of his time in Starfleet thus far. Answers were often not simply left to stand without further probing and they always insisted on much more eye contact than he was comfortable with. Approaching the office he rubbed his palms on the legs of his trousers, hoping to extricate the coating of sweat they had developed since leaving his quarters before pressing the chime to indicate his arrival. He sighed a bit before taking a deep breath. He had done this since his application to Starfleet Academy. He just had to pull it together this time as well.

Ensign Steward, Scientist