Kane was not happy.

And this wasn’t the typical ‘Kane isn’t happy’ the crew had come to expect from from the wild haired, tattooed CSO. This was… worse.

Making his way through the passageway to the Counseling Suites, Kane caused more than one figure to either turn around and go away from him… and even had a few throw themselves against the bulkhead to put as much distance between them and him as they could.

To himself, Kane muttered under his breath and cursed. He hated these appointments. No one else on the Ogawa had to do monthly check-ins. Granted, no one else had his background, either. But to Kane, that didn’t matter. This was, to him, just one more way they kept him on a leash.

And he hated them for it.

Reaching the reception desk, he growled at the receptionist “Kane. CSO. Here to see the Psych Chief.”

Kane, CSO