Juliet sighed. This was the part she hated the most.

Medical was easy. “Yes, I’m fine. No I’m not in any current pain or discomfort. No nothing has changed since my departure from my last duty station. Thank you, can I go now?”
Checking in with her Supervisor was easy. “Yes, Sir, I am not going to cause any trouble. No, Sir, it won’t happen again. No, Sir, I don’t need additional warnings. Yes, Sir, can I go now?”
Even checking in with Security wouldn’t be half bad. “Yes, Sir. I’m aware I am not longer a Lieutenant with supervisory clearances. No, Sir, I won’t be trying anything funny or trying to get where I shouldn’t. Yes, Sir, I will behave. Can I go now?”

But Counselors. They were different. Different environments, people, questions, even their manners. Would this one try and play the best friend you can count on me card or the I’m here if you need me but I’m not going to make it easy for you? Or perhaps they will simply look at her, shake their head and tolerate her as a lost cause they were sacked with. That was the problem… one never knew.

Juliet arrived on the deck and stepped free of the turbo lift. Her hand rose to brush an errant strand of jet black hair behind her ear as eyes of crystalline blue gazed around. Slowly she stepped up to the receptionist desk and tugged down the front of her impeccable tunic top. One she she hadn’t lost, her ability to maintain an inspection ready uniform no matter where she went. “Lieu.. Ensign Anders here to do boarding check in.” She still slipped now an then. Hard to say ‘Ensign’ again after having been a Lieutenant for a few years. She was still adjusting. And still turned her head when someone called out to a Lieutenant in her vicinity.

She stood, half at parade rest, waiting to hear how long her wait would be till she had to play ‘nice and well adjusted’.

Ensign Juliet Anders
Security