<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/memoryalpha/images/1/19/Evek.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120915142130&amp;path-prefix=en)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Lt.Cdr. Un'lar Adaal<br/><strong>Location:</strong>USS Redemption Docking Port<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ensign Ithali sh'Rhynek<br/><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong><br/><br/>Un'lar saw the stifled laugh and was glad the wink had the expected result. While that was what it was, a stimulus to provide an expected result, that didn't mean the emotions behind it were any less insincere. Un'lar had learned to widen his emotional range with his colleagues early on in the academy. Cardassians showed emotions, but they were... more aggressive. Dominant. He'd had to learn to express himself in an appropriate cultural context.<br/><br/>However, as Ithali continued, Un'lar let his smile fall off. He listened to what she said, his face a bit impassive as she admitted a... lack of forethought on this. Un'lar considered for a moment. "...Ensign, I'm going to tell you a little story. There was once a very young ensign. This brave fellow came from a species that did not take to the Federation standard environment very well. The lights were always between 30 and 50% to bright. The Temperature was substantially cooler. And the air was so dry it caused his skin to dry out. But he decided he could just soldier on, and adapt. He didn't want to receive special treatment. In fact, he deliberately kept his quarters at federation standard all the time, to 'toughen himself up.' On his first scheduled observation, he developed a massive headache, and had to be admitted to the Sick Bay himself. His efforts had earned him a series of migraines caused by overstimulation of the photoreceptor cells, combined with a lack of calories as he had not realized his body would expend so many while sleeping and futilely trying to heat itself. He had to miss a week of medical training because of the condition. He earned the name... what was it.... ah yes. 'Spoon in the Drawer' is its rough translation from the original Tellarian." Un'lar left it unsaid who or what species this Ensign was, but it wasn't hard to figure out.<br/><br/>"I'd rather not have you earn a nickname along the lines of... hmmmm... my guess would be Sleeping Blue-ty? Usually it is a reference to an obvious physical trait, and a terrible pun in my experience. I'd advise you put in the request regarding your quarters now. There are some arrangements needed to accommodate a request to keep your quarters at around 10-15 degrees Celsius, which is a quite lovely Andorian Day, as I understand it. As well, I'd advise you increase your caloric intake by at least a quarter of what you would have in Andorian Conditions. Your species is enormously resilient to environmental conditions, one of their fascinating features, but it is only by an extreme expenditure of energy. You'll likely begin losing body weight rather quickly, if you do not compensate. Your equivalent to fat first but you do not have much to lose." Un'lar was not intentionally complementing the Ensign, his tone conversational and authoritative. He was a doctor, after all. "After that it, will move on to muscle mass."<br/><br/>Un'lar considered... "Be prepared to adjust it upward if necessary. Do not ignore a sense of hunger. Your body is quite smart about its own needs, and will make itself known if it feels it requires additional nutrients. If you begin losing weight even so, I will prepare a dietary plan for you." A Starfleet Doctor dabbled in many things, nutritionist being an oft forgotten, but surprisingly difficult one. After all, each species required a different set of nutrients in different ratios. "Understood?"