<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qmdygUQ.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Dr. Khal'vanas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309788.msg15044404#msg15044404)<br/><strong>Location</strong>:<em>USS Avenger</em>> Deck 2 > Briefing Room<br/><br/><strong>Condition</strong>: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br/><strong>Attributes:</strong>Control 10 | Daring 8 | Fitness 8 | Insight 10 | Presence 10 | Reason 10<br/><strong>Disciplines:</strong>Command 3 | Conn 1 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 5 | Science 4 | Security 1<br/><br/><strong>Talents:</strong>Deltan Pheromones, Empath, Field Medicine, Quick Study<br/><strong>Equipment:</strong>Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br/><strong>Notes</strong>: N/A<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Khal'vanas eventually completed his preparations and made his way to the briefing room. He had previously had plenty of time to become accustomed with the ship's layout, as he had been living on the station for the past few months while the<em>Avenger</em>was receiving its finishing touches, and he had never had any trouble making friends who were happy to show him around places. Even places maybe he shouldn't be seeing yet. Regardless, and as a result, he had no trouble locating the meeting room. On entering, he lifted his eyebrows--the only part of his body, with the addition of his eyelashes, that had hair--slightly in surprise. Smiling to the two lieutenants, whom he'd evidently not expected to see, he spoke warmly and pleasantly as he made his way over to a vacant seat at the table.<br/><br/>"<strong>And here I'd expected that <em>I'd</em> be the first to arrive,</strong>" he took a seat between both the intelligence analyst and the engineer, neatly arranging his notes beside the tablet computer. "<strong>I suppose you both <em>also</em> take the 'if you're not 15 minutes early, you're late' expression literally?</strong>"<br/><br/>As he gently teased them, and perhaps himself, for their punctuality, he also unconsciously touched their thoughts. If he focused on it, he might be able to<em>really</em>get a sense of what they were feeling. But even their simple nearness to him gave him a good idea of who was nervous, and of who was calm, or bored, or angry. Most humans could see and interpret another person's clothing--his own white uniform indicated that he was medical, for example--and some of the more observant humans could see subtler cues on a person's body. Were they wearing a wedding ring? Had they shaved that morning? Were their socks matched? Were they tired? Did their smile touch their eyes, or was it false? Khal'vanas, as a Deltan, just took it all a little bit further--he could just as naturally read a person's emotional state of mind. He tried not to abuse it, his inborn talent, but it was something that just came naturally. The very idea, for example, that people would ever lie in response to the question "how are you?" by saying "I'm fine" when they were not feeling fine was a completely foreign concept to Deltans.<br/><br/>"<strong>I am called Khal'vanas. I'm the <em>Avenger's</em> Chief Medical Officer. It's a pleasure meeting you both!</strong>"