The dark haired gypsy wandered the halls with a grin on her face. She had found a kindred spirit in Doctor Daye. It surprised her but she was pleasantly surprised. She had come here thinking to keep her head down and her eyes forward for a while. One tended to put a fake front up to newcomers and she didn’t want to make the wrong choices her first week on board.

She tapped the chime on the Councilor’s door and awaited entry. The last thing she wanted was to intrude on a session with another crewmate. Not a great first impression.

She once more smoothed invisible wrinkles off her uniform and checked her hair. The dark tresses were trapped in their coils on the back of her head and hadn’t fallen from their place. But she checked out of nervousness. She had always been fairly open with evals of this sort in the past. But those interviews had been about things that had already happened. This was to find out if she was capable of her station before anything had been set as a base line. She wondered how someone went about measuring without a baseline? It seemed… wrong… somehow. To make assumptions and choices and decisions when you know nothing but a few scribbled impressions from biased people before you.

Ens Vadoma Romani
Engineer