The Vulcan Counselor sat in her office, legs folded, growing listless.  There seemed to be little surprises happening down on the planet and she had no appointments until later in the afternoon.  Standing up, she slipped her scant uniform up over her body and laid it on the back of her chair, now wearing only her scant bra and panties.  She then laid out a small mat and sat upon it, beginning to perform some basic Vulcan neuropressure techniques on her left foot.  The techniques really were designed to be done with a partner but as she knew of no other Vulcans on the duty roster she had to make due with performing them alone.  Her eyes grew lidded as the familiar touch of her hand relaxed her stress.  She couldn't help but flash a smile, her human emotions surfacing for a moment.  While no doubt most of the crew found this assignment exciting and relaxing if anything, so far, it had added stress to her life.