<div class="floatright">(https://t01.deviantart.net/BTtmpGl6TfPHO2edEPgORn_qZtI=/fit-in/700x350/filters:fixed_height(100,100):origin()/pre01/cf55/th/pre/i/2008/140/8/c/star_trek_series_2___14_by_chonastock.jpg)</div><div class="floatright"><strong>Character Name:</strong> Ensign Ithali sh'Rhynek<br/><strong>Location:</strong> USS Redemption Med Bay<br/><strong>Interacting:</strong> Commander Un'lar Adaal<br/></div><br/><br/><br/><br/>Ithali slumped a bit at his admission to not being able to simply ignore the request that her<em>zhavey</em>had so masterfully orchestrated. Of course her birthing-mother had gone through every binding channel to make her ambush perfectly sound and unavoidable. Despite being the nurturer of her two mothers, she was still a trained and learned warrior, like most Andorians. No graceful poise or flowing outfit could hid their aggression once it was baited.<br/><br/>He had to schedule her an appointment, regardless of the root of the request. The Cardassian doctor held up a hand to her, motioning to let him finish before she spoke any pleas or protests. Sitting in the chair, feeling like a sulking and scolded child from all her highly skilled and apparently well connected<em>zhavey</em>was putting her through, Ithali kept her back straight and face as placid as the surface of a lake touched by dawn's early light.<br/><br/>Low priority. It was a least something to give this more flexibility. She would really rather not be scanned at all, just so it could be handed to her<em>zhavey</em>and from then on, out like sweets for her potential bonding mates' families to study and debate over. As if she were some research that needed to be analyzed down to the barest code of data. Crossing her arms over her chest, in a smooth and fluid motion that just barely noted at her discomfort, her antennae moved a bit. Scanning and sensing were usually pretty relaxing, mostly because it involved focus and concentration. She<em>had</em>to remain calm.<br/><br/>At least it could be delayed some... The Cardassian doctor gave her a smile and a wink, making her eyes widened a bit, before she stifled and swallowed a laugh. Perhaps Andorians were restricted in emotional expressions, but to see a Cardassian...act so out-going... Relaxing a bit under the humor of it, she pressed her fingertips to her mouth and allowed a small smile to tug at the corners of her lips.<br/><br/>He was showing he was on her side, even through gestures that were a bit unusual for his rather order-defined and aggression race. Strange, finding a refined and kind Cardassian, but being a doctor suited him. He did, however, stress importance on her lack of exact knowledge as far as her health went. Yes, being a doctor suited him entirely. With legs together primly and hands once more settled at a relaxed state on the center of her lap, she tipped her pale head to the side a bit.<br/><br/>"Well... no, I had not thought to inquire of those request, Doctor," Ithali felt it an easy transition to call him 'doctor' now instead of just 'commander', "I had merely thought to change request for the temperature cooling once I was ready to relax in the ending hours... As for my caloric intake..." No, she hadn't thought of any of that. Ithali was well marked for security detail for her quick instincts and her even quicker reactions. Where she had lower marks, well... That would be the patience of foresight and planning. It made her a wonderful ensign, one to leader others as instructed by a commanding officer. She also took good care of any beneath her or under her care. But when it came to the quality of herself, she was rather... without foresight and planning. A bit reckless, fueled by her intense emotional states and still not quite as disciplined as she should be. Her eyes moved away from the doctor, telling more truths than words could.<br/><br/>"Apologies, Doctor, I had not thought of such things," Ithali inclined her head politely.