T’Mor was not sure how she should interpret her reassignment to the Wolverine. The most logical answer was that personnel were transferred to where they were most needed. She did not find this vessel to be ideal for the type of work she had grown accustomed to. Intuition told her that she would be spending more time in the field than in the laboratory. How she may feel about this, she had to remind herself, was unimportant. One thing she did notice, that was a slight relief, is that most of her crew mates were humans, including Chief Science Officer Rhodes. Fellow Vulcans often picked up on her oddities faster, and would often avoid her as a result. While standing in front of the door to Lieutenant Rhode’s Office, she stood up straight, flattened out the wrinkles of her uniform, and used the electronic door chime to alert him to her presence.
-€> Ensign T’Mor

OOC: Hello there! I’m excited to come back after a long time but I may be a bit rusty so please forgive me. The Wolverine seems like a great ship and I’m excited to join your crew. - Ava H.