<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1a/Dr._Madison_Chance.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Dr. Madison Chance</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Psychology office</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Stefan Versatile</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Reviewing files; making conversation</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/>"And you sought my opinion on this matter, rather than Wing Commander Cotter's? Interesting." I cocked my head slightly as I looked up at the deputy commander. "Well, without knowing the specific persons you may be referring to, I'm not sure how helpful my advice may be. Seventy-five different personalities invariably react to the same emotional stimulus in seventy-five different ways. You can certainly try to smash square and triangular pegs through a round hole with one methodology, if you like. And if you apply enough force, it might even work … you just might not like the amount of splinters you like."<br/><br/>I took the file I'd been reading, and slipped it into one of my lower desk drawers. I noticed a small picture frame sitting there among the files – I'd nearly forgotten about it, packed away so longer ago. It was a picture of myself and Lena at the Branson Space Station. A small smile crept to my face as I put it prominently on my desk … but the smile remained for only a moment, as my thoughts returned to the matters at hand.<br/><br/>"I wouldn't worry too much about inefficiencies and work schedules today, though," I continued. I leaned back in my chair, templing my fingers together. "It's a rather unique situation. It's a historic occasion, it's the realization of being on another world … billions upon billions of human beings have walked the planet Earth, and only a hundred or so have stepped foot on Mars. And this crew is now among that monumentally tiny fraction. Psychologically, that's overwhelming for some." I shrugged. "I don't know why."<br/><br/>"Regardless, as long as the necessary work at the base is being completed, I'd personally allow a grace period of a few days, allowing for the crew to settle in. Regrettable, but a necessity, in my opinion. The psychological shock, so to speak, of being on a new world should wear off by then. If you try to, um, 'get them in line' before then, I'm not sure it will be effective … in fact, I wouldn't be surprised if such behavior would have long-term adverse effects for the entire base." I picked up the red pen I'd been using off my desk, and twirled it idly between my fingers. "Just an opinion, of course."