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CNS Office - Ens. Stein

Posted by Lieutenant Ta’lahali Akera Beveres (Counsellor) in CNS Office - Ens. Stein

Posted by Ensign Francis Stein (Doctor) in CNS Office - Ens. Stein

Posted by Lieutenant Ta’lahali Akera Beveres (Counsellor) in CNS Office - Ens. Stein
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After speaking with the previous Ensign, Tal found that it would be wise to contact the latter, just as quickly as she had, the first. Looking over the file, once more, for the proper name, she tentatively placed her hand to her badge, glancing back at the file before she chose to speak. =^=Beveres to Stein, could you come down to my office for a quick evaluation, if you have the time?=^= She asked, well aware that he could, quite easily, be busy with an event in the Sickbay. Of all officers, engineers and doctors were amongst the most busy and without any spare time.

Lt. Beveres
CNS.

Silence over the comms but mere minutes later the door chime rang. “Ensign Stein to see you ma’am,” came the soft voice from the other side of the door.

Ens. Stein, Medical

“Come in!” A thickly accented voice rang from the other side, clearly from Human decent, but the sound was somewhat South African, Kenyan, maybe?

When the man stepped in, he would see that the room was shrouded in the warm light that the malprograming had finally allowed her to create. There was a new feel to the appearance of the furniture, as she had managed to get around to redecorating the office, now that she had been there for well over a year. While the replicator remained broken, essentially a lost cause to her, the remainder of the room had changed. The window straight ahead had a few pots of succulents, seeing as they could survive in such peculiar conditions. Before the window, a large, cushioned couch lay, a ragged blanket placed on the furthermost left seat, where a tiny Guinea Pig rested, her eyes seemingly closed. To the right of the couch, was a smaller, singular chair, a book rested on the wooden coffee table in front of it. Further to the right, a desk was placed in a uniform manner, despite the accompanying chairs being rather haphazard, in comparison. The desk was somewhat bland, but did possess holographic pictures of a dark woman and her family. While, around the room and behind the desk, there were few scattered photos. As for the woman herself, she was an young, athletic, curly haired Kenyan woman, her ringlets brushed from her large eyes, as she situated herself behind the mundane desk.

“Ah, Ensign. Come in, and have a seat.” Her smile was genuine, despite these words likely being engrained into her head. “I am Lieutenant Ta’lahali Beveres, but, please, call me Beveres.” She rose to her feet, offering a rather dark hand.

Lt. Beveres
CNS

Stein moves stiffly and awkwardly. Not so much in a patronizing or even holier than thou but more like a socially awkward teen would. Avoiding eye contact at all costs and trying to keep himself as small as possible. “Yes Lieutenant. How may I be of use to you today?”

The man has a mop of dark salt and pepper hair on top of his head. It isn’t combed but it at least tidy. His cheeks are clean shaven. His frame is slightly with long spindly fingers covered in pale skin.

Ens. Stein

Tal noticed these mannerism, “Nervous?” She asked, softening her tone so it didn’t sound as abrupt or perhaps threatening, to him. “I simply wanted to get your psychological evaluation done, so I would be out of your hair for a year or so.”

She motioned to the chair, “Pleaee, have a seat.” A look of amusement soon came across her, “Unfortunately, I cannot offer you anything to drink.. my replicator has a mind of its own.”

Lt. Beveres
CNS

Francis looks at the offending replicator with narrowed eyes. “Have you told it to behave? Sometimes a strong word is all that it takes to get unruly children to obey,” he says in his mousy tone before looking back up to Beveres. “No, not really nervous. I am always this way. I have been told it is unsettling to some.”

He move to take a seat in one of the padded chairs, lowering his small frame into it as silently as possible. “I think that is why I accepted this posting. I like remote postings with fewer people to annoy me.

Ens. Stein

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