Ugh. The ship's resident overly friendly shrink. It's not as though Isaac has no respect for mental help professionals at all. But there's something about how forward miss Chambers is that puts him off. It's probably his past experiences in a straight jacket talking there, though. (That's one thing he's not going to breathe a word about on this ship, that's for sure.)

"Yeah..." he tries not to sound too dismissive, but a bit of a sullen expression crosses onto his face. "I'll drop by CIC for a chat later. ...Thanks for taking the time to hear me out yourself, by the way." He perks up a little, flashing the man a brief bit of open gratitude.