The Cousnelor had been situated behind her desk for quite some time now, busying herself with mundane procedures that did not entirely require her devoted attention. Growing bored, as the young woman so often did, she took a glance over the roster to see who might be new to the ship, and had yet to come see her. Two of the newly arrived Ensigns stuck out, so she chose to see whether or not either of them had the time to stop by for a quick evaluation. =^=Beveres to Ocet, do you have a few moments to spare for a psychological evaluation? It won’t take long, I promise.=^=

Lt. Beveres
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