<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/45/1b/dc/451bdcd030daeca003fd23945982e03c--star-trek-costumes-alien-costumes.jpg)</div><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 align="center"><strong>Character Name:</strong> Counselor Geshinaa Nollad &amp; Ensign Ithali sh'Rhynek<br/><strong>Location:</strong> USS Redemption Med Bay<br/><strong>Interacting:</strong> Commander Un'lar Adaal<br/></div><br/>"I pray not, Commander," Ithali's cool expression softened with a hint of a smile to match the doctor's, sharing in his small and light laughter, "Though I would very much like to hear of Cardassian culture, if you ever find the time to indulge me..." Putting her hand to her chest, she nodded to him, but she tipped her head slightly to the side when he insisted on snacks. She did not feel the need, but her did say her body's handling of the temperature would take a toll on her. And she would not like to gain a nickname, nor be weak on her first ship assignment. While she did doubt her superiors<em>missed</em>her, since they of course only knew the data they had read on her, she did think they would grow impatient with her should she be late in attending to them. With a nod, she was ready to leave, growing yet again a shade of blue at the surprising pleasantness of the doctor and his out of place winking. He had humor and a caring disposition, fitting of his position. Ithali wondered if the humans would be surprised at his apparent displacement from Cardassian stereotypes.<br/><br/>Ithali stood straight-backed and proper, where as Geshinaa slouched a bit, much like an ancient replica of the Old Earthean Greek statues. One was proper and refined, the cool blue of her skin and slow blinking of her eyes everything delicate and seemingly sure. The other was a vibrant contrast of green and orange, her face beaming with emotions and deep eyes brightly curious, if a bit unpredictable. In some ways similar, in other ways very different. The counselor put her hand up before the ensign could greet her in that rigid way many of the security detail tasked crew members had a habit of doing. Unfortunately she was impatient with greeting protocol today. The Andorian's lips twitched slightly, but she said nothing, taking her leave with measured and fluid steps.<br/><br/>"Making appointments and seeing patients already, Doctor?" the Orion smiled brightly, a bit amused, waving to the ensign as she let, before turning her bright grin on the doctor, "I have much to strive for in service then! I hope we shall be friendly with one another, being neighbors and all." She step forward from her perch and crossed over to him. The Orion<em>muni</em>beamed up at the Cadassian doctor, offering her hand to shake his, then second guessing herself and placing both hands behind her back. Wasn't pressing palms a bit similar to a kiss-like gesture for Cardassians? Oh boy, that was almost a big embarrassing mess! With a light giggle to herself, she peered curiously at him. Had he gone through an Enjoinment? How large was his family? She wished she could remember how old he was. Age was very important to Cardassians, or at least so her reading had told her. Age denoted wisdom and garnered respect. If only Orion family structure was a bit like that, close-knit and respecting of elders.<br/><br/>"I hope I wasn't intruding, but I overhead a bit of your story to the ensign," her eyes gleamed with a sharp peering intelligence that noted of the desire to pick him apart and see how he ticked, "Did they really call you that? That awful slur, just because you were a bit stubborn? It wasn't kind of them at all to say such a thing." Her voice softened a bit, becoming gentle. The voice of a counselor.