((Counsellor’s Office, Deck Five, USS Octavia E. Butler))
Karen allowed herself a few minutes of reflection, just enough to let her thoughts flow and free her mind, enhancing her perception and empathic abilities—the very cohesion that connected her with other minds.
Glancing at her agenda, she noted that her next patient was Jacen V. Xaivis, a former Borg and Second Lieutenant. The rank wasn’t one she encountered frequently. This would be her first interaction with a former Borg; she wondered about the deep wounds that poor soul carried within their mind.
With sluggish determination, Karen rose from her seat and walked to the door. She opened it to find a man taller than her, with dark hair, a beard, and a visible remnant of a Borg implant above, or rather, around his left eye. All in all, quite attractive. She thought.
Stendhal: Oh, good morning, you must be Second Lieutenant Jacen V. Xaivis, :: she read pedantically from her Padd. :: Please come in. My casa es tu casa!.
She said, indicating the office, which was still new to her and therefore rather bare, but still full of the clutter of her boxes and things scattered around.
Xaivis: That’s right. ::Standing:: Thank you
Karen smiled at Xaivis, welcoming him into the studio, which was still quite disorganized as there hadn’t been time to arrange her things properly. Moreover, she hadn’t yet decided whether to restore the look of her previous office, set up something new, or leave the standard decor. Nonetheless, there was space on the small sofa, the comfortable one, and the young woman cordially indicated where Xaivis could sit.
Stendhal: So, how are you doing? Have you settled in well on board?
Xaivis: Settling…although how settled I’m allowed to get is largely going to depend on how this conversation goes.
Stendhal: Uh that's great cos I'm sure that this conversation will be great!
She smiled.
Xaivis: Response
Stendhal: Do you like a tea?
She asked kindly.
Xaivis: Response
TBC