Posted by Ensign M’Nalie Eshenti (Engineer) in Obligatory mental examination. Or M’Nalie vists the head shrinker.

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M’Nalie stopped, stood and turned, “You asked me if I had anything to volonteer I did so. It helt like a final question so I assumed we were done.”, she rumbled matter of factly. “What does it matter where I am? I am a clan warrior. I will die when it is time to die. If I hid from fate, I would still die. If I took a harrem and had a thousand kits, my species would still die. I can nuot change those things. Nor would I want to use the means the //housecats// used to change my kits if I had any, to adapt to Cait and live on. We are not native to Cait. It rejects us. But the price of survival as a species, Better to die off.”, and her tone was getting angry as she spoke the rumble deeper with a touch of growl becoming evident. “Not everything is eternal. Entropy eats at the universe and everything ends councilor. We. I chose to go out with dignity intact. Not that anyone will notice in the end. Why am I not at home? Because my people are as depressing as this speach councilor. Because going through the motions is not going to improve things. Because I have no interest in being a baby factory and less interest in being my mothers hier to rule the clan. Do I look like a princess. Do you think I can smile and encourage my people knowing they are doomed. I am in Space because it isn’t Cait. Are you happy? Can I leave now?”, her ears had gone flat, her tail lashed wildly and she leaned in over the desk. “I am not a nice person when angry. I wanted to avoid this. Do. You. Understand.” She snarled.

Ana got to her feet so quickly that her chair crashed backward behind her, her black eyes darkening even further. Leaning forward over her desk, she rested her weight on her arms as she stared down the ensign. “Do I need to remind you that your path to duty goes through me?” she responded, harshness creeping into her previously tentative and soft tone. “You can leave when you calm down and figure out how to communicate in the manner expected of a Starfleet officer. Sit down, Ensign…” Her voice trailed off suddenly as she recalled the seating difficulties in her office but she pushed the momentary blush aside to continue her stare down of the engineer.

Lt Darren, Psychiatrist

M’Nalie flicked an ear at the councilor and let out an exasperated huff full into the councilors face. “Did I tell you I have anger issues I was working on? Yes Yes I did. Did I try to exit when I felt my temper was getting the better of me? Yes yes I did. Did the councilor unwisely choose to show dominance and keep me from leaving? Yes, yes she did. Am I still here talking to the councilor because she is again being rather foolish? Yes, Yes I am.”, and she swung a arm in a slow trajectory at the chair she had been pretending to sit on knocking it out of the way and sat on the floor. Facing away from the councilor. “You may keep me here but I am done talking. You can choose to keep me from my job if being a petty tyrant is yor goal. But I have told you what you asked for. You have forced me to admit my greatest shame. I am done with you. Sir!”, and she sat elbows on her knees head propped on her hands staring at the door.

Ensign M’Nalie Eshenti. Engineer.

Ana stared incredulously at the engineer as she ranted. She would be the first to admit that her counseling skills were not the finest, but this was by far the most absurd situation that she had ever heard of. With adrenaline coursing through her, the crash of the chair as it was knocked out of the way didn’t make her jump this time. Her hand slapped the comm badge pinned on her teal trimmed uniform with an overuse of force as, in a deadly calm voice, she spoke:

=/\= Darren to Security. I have a patient that requires your assistance. =/\=

Lt Darren, Psychiatrist

M’Nalie flicked an ear as the councilor called security. She would of left but she had been ordered to sit. So she sat. She would of told the councilor that calling security because someone had followed your orders was going to make the councilor look foolish. But she had declared she would no longer speak to the councilor. So she sat. That she sat facing the door and not the councilor didnu’t in any way break any rules. It was rude. But she had followed every order the councilor had givin from the moment she had entered the room. She had volonteered information beyond what was asked. To her thinking the only thing she had done wrong was loose her temper. She had even told the councilor she was working on anger issues at the start of the interview. She let out a exasperated sigh. She was going to have to deal with another compaint against her.
Likely get a stern talking to again. And that idea was definately not helping her relax. So she started doing some deep breathing exercises. Trying to focus her thoughts and find the calm center of her being.

Ensign M’Nalie Eshenti. Engineer.

Ana drummed her fingers on her desk impatiently, waiting for a response from security. She took the time to study the very large feline in front of her, wondering what had gone so suddenly wrong in this evaluation. A mere question into Eshenti’s motivations seemed to be an awful hair trigger for such anger issues and she felt obligated to report the issue in the event that these anger issues were directed at one of the close-knit crew of the Ogawa.

Lt Darren, Psychiatrist