Personal Logs of Dr Raphael Enys

Personal Log: 20th July 2411

We have had some new crew join us on the Blissful. There was one new arrival who did pique my interest; a one Dr Mirazuni Ayesha. A neurosurgeon and cardiologist with impeccable academic credentials - the kind of record Starfleet tends to herald as an example of perfection. The Chief certainly was eager to meet her and I confess I was as well. I think we were all... disappointed at the outcome.

She was sharp in her intellect, that much was expected. But she was also sharp in her manner and speech. Within an hour of arriving, she had already ruffled feathers in a way I did not think possible. One of the junior nurses asked her something relatively innocuous—a simple procedural clarification. Her response was clipped and flat, delivered with no malice: “If you don’t already know that, I have to question how you passed basic training.” It was just a stark efficiency that brooked no argument. It left the poor nurse fumbling with his PADD, avoiding her gaze entirely.

This, I’ve learned quickly, is her way. No indulgences. No softness. Every word and action is deliberate, purposeful, and pointed. It’s the kind of approach that might win battles in a courtroom but feels jarring in the ebb and flow of a Starfleet medical team.

And yet, when I watched her with her first patient, something shifted. She was treating a Vulcan cadet with neural trauma—a straightforward case for someone of her skill level. Her movements were as precise as expected, but her tone with the patient was entirely different. Still calm, still efficient, but there was a weight in her words, as if she chose them carefully to anchor the cadet in his fear. She didn’t offer unnecessary reassurances, no flourishes or pleasantries, but it worked. He trusted her, perhaps because there was no artifice, just the steady, deliberate care she gave.

This is what confounds me about her. With the staff, she’s curt, almost cold. With patients, she’s entirely different. Not warm, but present. It’s as though she’s rationing her empathy, spending it only on those she deems worthy. Perhaps it’s a coping mechanism—if she were warm to everyone, the work might become unbearable. But I suspect there’s more to it than that.

Therein lies the challenge. Starfleet medical teams thrive on collaboration and trust. Her manner doesn’t foster either. The staff already whispers about her, careful to stay out of her way unless absolutely necessary. She doesn’t seem to notice—or perhaps she doesn’t care. I wonder how long this dynamic can hold before it fractures.

As a year her senior, I feel as though I should intervene, but I doubt she’d respond to it kindly. If she’s to thrive here, something will need to change.

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