Let’s just like around the mind of a Betazoid. That ought to be fun! The sarcasm in her thoughts dripped to her expression, revealing one of illmanner and displeasure towards the thought. Despite being telepathic, to a degree, she had never been much a fan of people poking around her head, searching for answers about her inner self. There was a reason she had barriers, and it was to prevent people with the nerve to tap at them, from getting in.

Alas, it was a required event, and she hadn’t much choice, if she had any plans of starting her work aboard that ship, anytime soon. It was simply another needle in her back, but at least it was tiny enough to manage. Brushing off hee uniform, she adjusted it about her torso, heading towards the Counselor’s office, where she hoped to get this done as swiftly as possible.

Humming, nearly inaudibly, as she passed through the halls, she searched for the door marked with the Counselor’s name and profession. With her hands comfortably clasped behind the small of her back, she tilted her chin up, narrowing her gaze to make certain of the room she had stopped before. Determining it was the Counselor’s office, she muttered a soft curse to herself, and pressed her hand against the chime.

Elmira O’Shea
CTO