Iphigenia found herself at the counseling office, seeking a continuation of her conversation with Lieutenant Nyman. Days had passed since their last talk, which had been abruptly cut short by the Chief of Security. Even so, it was a good opportunity for the counselor to get a good tour of the ship and become familiar with the security procedures. As she approached his office she rang the chime, then placed her hands behind her back and swayed on her feet as she waited to be invited in.

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