To say that Dyar Renn was excited was a dramatic understatement. He had enjoyed serving aboard the USS Da Vinci, but as much as he was going to miss the friends he had made there, he looked forward to making new ones more. And Morale Officer! It wasn't anything much to most people, but his greatest joy in life came from seeing joy on others' faces.<br/><br/>He had spent the last weeks of his assignment aboard the Da Vinci going over the personell records and ship layout diagrams for his new assignment. So when he beamed aboard, he knew exactly where the lounge was and made a beeline for it, not even stopping by his quarters to drop off the few personal possessions he had brought with him in the old Bajoran leather rucksack he kept as a memento of his past. The room was smaller than the lounge was on the Da Vinci, which made sense since the McNair was a smaller ship, but his face brightened with a broad grin anyway. Small, yes, but his. Empty at the moment, but he hoped to see plenty of smiling faces in it in the days and years to come at all hours. And he would spend most of those hours here. He never really considered himself "off duty" when it came to making sure that his fellow crewmates were enjoying themselves. He wondered briefly if the captain would let him set up a Dabo table...<br/><br/>Shaking his head at the idea (of course not! Why even think such a thing?) he left the lounge. He stopped off at his quarters for a moment to drop off his bag. Like the lounge, the room was small, but again, it was his, and he would make the best of it.<br/><br/>"Computer, has Counselor Rei beamed aboard yet?"<br/><br/>"Counselor Rei has beamed aboard."<br/><br/>"Where is he?"<br/><br/>"Counselor Rei is in his office."<br/><br/>Renn nodded, silently acknowledging the ubiquitous presence of the omniscient computer. He headed toward the nearest turbolift and couldn't help smiling and waving or shaking hands with every crewman he passed in the corridors.<br/><br/>Finally, he stood before the ship's counselor's door. He took a deep breath and rung the door chime. He had read up on the Betazoid, of course, but he had yet to meet him in the flesh. He wore a smile, as he almost always did, but knew that the telepath would be able to sense the deep anxiety within him. He hoped they would get along.