Buddy would never understand the need for a psych eval with every new assignment. He was every bit as boring as he was each year at the academy as well as when he boarded the Saracen. Maybe this counselor could dig up something from his psyche that neither he nor Starfleet had managed to find. He doubted it, not the counselor’s ability, but that there was actually anything there to find.

Smoothing his uniform shirt in the reflection on the door panel, but reached out and activated the chime.

-Ens. Cullum, SEC