<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/45/1b/dc/451bdcd030daeca003fd23945982e03c--star-trek-costumes-alien-costumes.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Counselor Geshinaa Nollad<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Redemption Counselor's Office<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>Doctor Un'lar Adaal<br/><br/>Her eyes sparked with interest as he spoke, listening carefully with a thoughtful tapping finger on her cheek. Holding herself in a kind of half hug and half stance of a philosophic analyst, Geshinaa took it all in. He didn't stand to greet her, denoting that he was either of lesser opinion towards her, or of an older age for a Cardassian and deemed himself of higher placement than her. Not that she minded much either way, so as long as he was comfortable. She could tell he was as the notes of him said, more reserved, not overbearing and less aggressive than the general Cardassian. She bet that he enjoyed the company of people with more defined rank and took to the more quiet of personalities, since it bared similarity to his own. Better make adjustments to her own actions and ways of speaking. Well, if he ever found his way to having a session with her, anyway. Though would he find such adjustments for his sake comforting or distressing?<br/><br/>"Not at all Doctor," she spoke gently, smile still warm as honey, but less... exuberant, "I am sure the Ensign would take comfort in knowing she is in good hands." Upstanding doctor who follow ruled and regulations to the letter, but showed a bit more care in matter of his subordinates. No matter his species he was of good quality for Starfleet. Then he the began to relay a bit more background and thought into his memory.<br/><br/>He knew of people's handed down hurt from the conflicts of the past. He didn't sound accusatory, but on the contrary simply state it as fact. He was an unsettling reminder of phantom pains of the past. And to call a Cardassian a 'spoon' in any manner was a bit of a slur. Geshinaa knew well of the cruel names those hurting could dole out. The Orion kind was not well liked, even by its allies. Taking a few steps, she examined his territory before returning to examine him.<br/><br/>"Indeed, but others do get creative when they wish to injure another," her words were gentle added facts, every stance and motion calmed and poised. Somehow she had subtly altered her presentation of self to better suit his personality. Call it an Orion habit, but it came in use when trying to read others. He was low in voice, but his eyes and the way he sat were starting to something of a struggle.<br/><br/>"People are never just one thing, Doctor Adaal," her smile took on a saddened quality, "Many pains can be healed when physical. The emotional are less easily dealt with, especially those handed down and given time to fester." If he had been human she would have placed a hand on his shoulder. If he had been Orion, she would have given half a hug. But her knowledge on what Cardassians found comforting was unfortunately limited, as there still was not much stored knowledge on their more vulnerable sides. What she would give to have recorded material from past Comfort Women of old Cardassian occupation fleets.<br/><br/>"Those who are kind are often the ones who have the knowledge of how to deal out the most hurt," the counselor's voice was like the gentle hum of the ship, soothing if not easily ebbing away like the tender music of a wave on the sand, "As Starfleet officers, despite their station, a hurt dealt to a fellow officer is still not so excusable. While many carry the scars of the Dominion War, it must be remembered that there were two sides to the war."<br/><br/>Somehow she had ended up standing next to him, that gentle comfort of empathy on her face. "And those caught in the middle usually bare the largest brunt of pain, dealt by both sides," she looked forwards, moving to put both hands behind her back. The counselor with kind if all too interested and intrigued eyes, examined his well balanced decor. Efficient, standard regulation and unobtrusive. He must have to try even harder than most other fleet officers. It must be very difficult indeed.