<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 canted his head at Morgan, sensing the way her emotional landscape shifted. It was sudden, and dramatic. One moment, she had been very human-like with her emotional reactivity, and then in the next moment she was almost Vulcan-like in so totally repressing that emotion. He had never felt anything quite like it before. A part of him was desperate to ask her what she had done, but it was neither the time nor the place for a conversation like that--so he did what he could, and he let it lie. At least for now.<br/><br/>"<strong>Nervousness is good,</strong>" he offered. He wasn't sure she<em>needed</em>the comforting now, but he supposed he should still try to be her friend. It was what Deltans did, after all! "<strong>It just means that you're glad and grateful to be here, and that you're hoping you don't let us down. That's certainly much to be preferred over apathy or arrogance, yes?</strong>"<br/><br/>He smiled encouragingly to her, then shifted his gaze to the man in gray.<br/><br/>"<strong>I'm afraid I'm not familiar with your colors, Lieutenant. At the risk of sounding rather ignorant, I don't suppose I could ask about your role on the ship?</strong>" He knew that Morgan was the Chief Engineer. She had told him as much herself. And he had introduced himself as well. But he wasn't sure yet who the young man was. ...<em>Actually</em>, Lieutenant Nala was<em>also</em>quite young, he quietly realized. He smiled to himself, suddenly feeling his age. He didn't doubt either of them, with regards to their competence; but being the oldest person in the room--for the moment at least--was still a disconcerting feeling at his stage in his life cycle, where he was yet caught somewhere in-between youth and middle age.