<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 Sick Bay<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Counselor Geshinaa Nollad<br/><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong><br/><br/>He watched the Counselor's face as he spoke, studying her in the same fashion as she was him. As he did, he found confirmation that this was a far better means to understand her then letting her talk. Her small talk was a small stone skipping across a deep pond. The Ripples could make interesting patterns, but to understand the depths of the pond another means was necessary. Though, likely, she was trying to adapt herself to his mannerisms. A good Counsellor was among many things, a mirror, reflecting their patients back at them. As she spoke, he continued to remain placid, calm. When she was finished, he cocked his head slightly before he spoke.<br/><br/>"Counsellor, perhaps you misunderstand me. I am a Federation Citizen. The Union traded away the planet I lived upon. When we came under Federation Jurisdiction, and were subjected to Federation Law, we became Federation Citizens. The Cardassian Union was a dictatorial monster, and killed Millions of my fellow Federation Citizens when they threw their lot in with Dominion, seeking to reclaim some imaginary lost glory. There were two sides to the Dominion War. One side of aggressors, and one side of defenders. I don't hate them, and they suffered terribly. But by any, measure, the Federation was in the right in the war."<br/><br/>His voice was a little more emotive, though still restrained as he said this. It was core to him. He didn't seem bothered by her proximity, or to notice particularly. It was not that he was... blind to the fact, or the fact that she was very attractive. Un'lar just refused to allow that to overwhelm him. Though he had no intentions of digging into that particularly rabbit hole in front of the counsellor.<br/><br/>"You can diagnose me all you like, Counsellor, but you'll find few hang-ups indeed about my particular genetic backgrounds. I carry a few gifts as a result of my heritage and upbringing, but I am Federation Citizen and Starfleet Officer, who happens to be a Cardassian. Not the other way around."<br/><br/>He shook his head, and looked up at her for a moment, smiling a little as he did.<br/><br/>"And I will admit, if I did not know any better, I might think you were already making your plans for my first session on your couch."<br/><br/>He knew she wouldn't have one of those, the nonsense of Freud long since pushed out by far more effective means. Yet the image persisted in the minds of people, the therapist in the chair and the patient upon the couch staring upwards.