Airik Mitchell set down the cup of tea in which he was indulging as the door chime alerted him to a visitor. “Come.” He responded, prompting the door to open immediately. A Bajoran Officer entered. He recognized the Counselor from her crew service record.<br/><br/>“Counselor,” Airik stood and extended his hand. It seemed to become a universal gesture throughout the Federation. “Thank you for reporting in. Please, have a seat.” He motioned to a small couch off to the side. Following her, he sat. He recalled rule 101 in counseling – never have an obstacle between you and your client, if only offers barriers to discussion.<br/><br/>“Nothing urgent, I only wanted to welcome you to the McNair and spend some time discussing the recent Mission.” Airik was glad to have a counselor on board. The previous Mission lost a significant number of the senior crew – and it was only the first voyage of the ship. Several crew transferred out of stress.<br/><br/>