USS Constellation
My turn! (TAG CNS)
Andromeda pressed the chime on the Counseling Office. She’d already checked Miller’s schedule, and written herself into the free slot. “As if anyone that chooses to live in space is mentally stable,” she muttered, but despite her disdain for psychological checks, she wouldn’t make Miller’s job any harder than it already was. “Wrangling these gente loco into Sickbay is bad enough.”
-Andromeda DeLion, CMO