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.

Comments

[reincarnshaman]

"She's very good at hiding so he probably spent most of his time looking over his shoulder being certain that someone was following him but couldn't figure out who." He scratches Veena's ears. "She's excellent at making people paranoid."

[ships_counselor]

"I wouldn't suggest that you continue to allow her to do that." Antagonizing the Security Cheif is never a good step. Especially when he's one of the people who has to constantly be aware of the danger and complication all of these people present to the Enterprise and her crew. "It would be a good way to have her access to remaining outside of room limited more closely."

[reincarnshaman]

"It would be, yeah. I do agree with that. Except there's one slight problem." He glanced down at Veena.

"Show the nice lady your trick."

Veena stretches out on the table almost insolently before vanishing.

She then reappeared on Trever's shoulder.

"She can teleport."