Vihn: C'mon, then. Let's get you looked at so you can get back to enjoying your leave.
R'Kala: Thank you.
The medical tricorder rested lightly in their hand, scanning the Klingon almost completely silently.
Vihn: Ensign R'kala, correct? You're the ship's counselor now? I'm Doctor Vihn -- but Motor's fine, for the most part. Are you experiencing any notable discomfort?
R'Kala: Yes, that is correct. ::she paused:: No, not at all.
That oh-so-endearing Klingon stoicism. She likely wasn't going to freely offer any information without them digging deeper -- something Motor wasn't
sure they should do, if their intention was to make a friend. In the end, their curiosity beat out their sense, and they wound up prodding anyway.
Vihn: ::humming affirmatively.:: If it's alright if I ask, what led you to want to be Counselor?
R'Kala: There was a vacancy that needed filling. I have a background in the social sciences, so I thought I'd
be qualified to do it.
Vihn: A very practical reason. ::tilting their head slightly.::
R'Kala: What made you decide to become a doctor?
There wasn't an easy answer to that question. "I'm not as good at practical science as my twin" or "I wanted
to prove that I could stand on my own" weren't exactly first conversation topics. Particularly not with the off-duty ship's counselor. That seemed more like an on-the-job conversation, and not one Motor was in any particular rush to have.
Vihn: My family's got a long history of working in the sciences. I figured I'd take that and work more directly
on helping people.
R'Kala: Well, I can't relate to a family of scientists, for obvious reasons, but that sounds very nice.
Motor didn't think it obvious until she pointed it out, but, yes, a family of Klingon scientists seemed somewhat unlikely.
Vihn: It had its benefits, and its downsides. Like any other family, right? ::placing an instrument to her back.:: Cough, please.