DECK 10; SECTION 1: TEN FORWARD

[ships_counselor]

The look of Deanna Troi's table is worrying.

Maybe not to the untrained eye, of course. There is no screaming. There is no bleeding. There is no fighting, or crying, or deep distress. In fact, Deanna Troi, herself, is currently sitting at a table, one forearm resting on the table, the other balanced on an elbow, so her chin can rest in the palm of her hand, while she studies a PADD flat on the table in front of her.

Next to it, though, is a small bowl of chocolate ice cream.

That looks to have melted a while ago without her noticing.

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[ships_counselor]

"Hmm?" Deanna looked up surprised at the interruption, back into the present.

"Oh." And then there was another oh in her expression as her eyes found hers. Which was no longer ice cream, but a small swimming pool or melted chocolate and milk, held in the delicate circle of her bowl. Oh, well. She looked back up. "Yes, you can get it from the replicator. Along with several other flavors." This one simply happened to be her favorite.

[makesbettermouth]

Amy's just a bit embarrassed for having interrupted.

"Oh, that's good because I really love ice cream and I haven't had any since Goofy loaned me a sundae a few weeks ago. I'm babbling, hi - I'm Amy Santiago," she says, offering the woman her hand.

[ships_counselor]

"Deanna Troi, Ship's Counselor," Deanna gave her, with an amused smile and the easy grace to reach out and shake the young womans hand, as though it were absolutely normal. Shaking her hand and the rest of the tumult of emotions that came with it. "It's lovely to meet you, Amy."

[makesbettermouth]

"It's really lovely to meet you too!" Amy grinned. "I've actually been meaning to try to meet up with somebody who know something about Starfleet," she admits. "I'm kind of hoping to...kind of take my policey skills and use them in a police-like way?"

[ships_counselor]

Deanna can appreciate her enthusiasm and the kind way she goes about asking, much different from her interaction recently with Hugh Cambridge, barging in and demanding that she employ him. Which did little to grant her the want to employ or oversee him. It was a tangle at the edge of her thoughts, but not the forefront.

"At present there isn't such an opening, but there are some considerations being made for such things that might be coming in the future. I would suggest that you reach out to Lieutenant Yar. She would be readily able to give you more advice and information on the possible directions that might be available as such. She could always use more dedicated, driven people."

[makesbettermouth]

Amy only looks a little bit crestfallen. "Okay, I'll ask her when - she's the officer with the blonde hair, right?" she asks. "In case anyone ever EVER thinks of opening a spot I really, really want to try. I've even got twenty pages of laminated, color-coordinated reference files....I think all the people in them might be dead by now, but darn it, it shows I'm trying!"

She shrinks a little. "Now I'm going to get some ice cream. Would you like a little more?"