Posted by Ensign Skye Shepherd (Scientist) in Psych Eval - Deck 33
Making her way down from the bridge through a turbolift, a shiver running down her spine as numbers illuminated a tiny screen on the inside. Supposed to stop on Deck 23, Ship’s Councilor’s Territory.

Skye hunched just slightly as the doors slid open on both sides, Officers having a run of the place to keep that vessel operating. Here, she was just a rookie trying to find her place amongst the stars. As soon as the coast cleared, a hybrid dressed in science blues had started sprinting down the hallway, a timer on the wall mounted screens keeping up with her.

Harsh breaths came and w by a wide her lungs, determined to make it towards the end of that hallway. But apparently, Shepherd’s heart was struggling to keep up the pace. Mid hallway, the blonde girl made a halt. Right in front of Mclntyre’s counseling room. She would’ve turned heel back towards that turbolift, only if her breath caught up.

As the doors slid open opened, the ensign was forced to look up. This young man towering over her stature. If only she could offer an awkward wave and let the ground beneath her feet to swallow her…

Ensign Skye Shepherd
Science Officer
U.S.S. Chimera - 98730 (Mjolnir Class)

The doors to Counseling slid open with their usual quiet efficiency—timed, as always, to the rhythm of the corridor traffic.
Lieutenant JG Samuel McIntyre had been on his way out.
He stopped just short of the threshold.
In front of him—slightly hunched, breathing hard, clearly not expecting company—stood the ensign in science blues. Blonde, winded, caught somewhere between bolting and pretending she hadn’t been sprinting down a Starfleet corridor.
McIntyre took the scene in quickly. Elevated respiration. Tension in the shoulders. Not injured—but pushing herself harder than necessary.
His expression didn’t change much, but his tone carried a quiet firmness.
“Ensign.”
Not sharp. Just enough to ground the moment.
He stepped aside—not crowding her, but not ignoring the situation either.
“Take a breath,” he said, matter-of-fact. “You’re not on a countdown in here.”
A brief pause, giving her space to actually do it.
His eyes flicked once down the corridor she’d come from, then back to her.
“Care to explain why you’re running through my section like you’re trying to outrun a warp core breach?”

Lieutenant Jr. Grade Samuel A. McIntyre
CNS USS Chimera