New Beginnings

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Saval doesn't really know which part of this new assignment is more unsettling. There's the fact that he knows he's been chosen for it due to his lack of seniority among the doctors in his unit, none of whom wanted it, and then there's the fact that he's going to be spending the next several months as pretty much the only Vulcan on a starship, and

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Saval's eyebrow is on the verge of disappearing into his bangs as she talks. How very strange this conversation is. Vulcans are known for their honesty--said to be incapable of lying, though Saval knows firsthand that that isn't true--and they have a tendency to mistrust people from cultures that aren't known for that quality, and yet Dr. Dehner is being blunter and more candid about her people than any Vulcan would ever be. Saval has no idea what to make of the assessment she's giving him. Doesn't she want to represent her people well? The things she's saying about humans are things everyone thinks about them anyway, but doesn't she know how to keep those thoughts to herself and spin the rest of it to present a positive front for outsiders? It seems almost...disloyal, what she's saying. No wonder humans are so disorganized and chaotic. There's no internal solidarity, no sense of pride or kinship among them.

She keeps going, though. Apparently humans do have some positive qualities after all, now that she's getting to them. He listens, interested to hear what humans say in their own defense, how they present themselves when they do want to make a good impression. Quite honestly, he isn't all that impressed by the qualities that are supposed to be best about humanity. They're just not things that Vulcans value or respect. Compassionate, empathetic, giving...those aren't negatives, certainly; compassion and generosity are always virtues, but they're not ones he would have thought to associate with humans before. Trusting seems to him to be more of a fault than a virtue, and as for loyal, how loyal can humans be when they're so willing to declare all of their worst faults to alien strangers? Curiosity, yes, that's a virtue Vulcans can get behind, but Saval would like to think that mistakes aren't a necessary part of the learning process. He could say something cutting about that, but...no, best not to be rude and make a deliberately poor impression on his first day here. That won't do him any good.

The stated purpose of her job still baffles him a little. It's not what he expected. "Is human behavior really so unpredictable that it requires so much analysis?" he asks. "Vulcan psychology, you see, is the study and treatment of mental illness. Abnormality is unpredictable, and requires the kind of research you describe, but Vulcans make decisions based on logic and reason. There is no need for data mapping or the creation of algorithms to understand why we do what we do. If human behavior is as difficult to understand as that, I clearly have a difficult journey ahead of me."

[elizabethdehner]

He seems surprised, or at least the Vulcan equivalent of it. Her field is normal for her, something that makes sense to her since she is in fact human and part of the studies. She falls under that. She knows what it's like to live in those minds. She gets it, but there's a lot that he can't possibly understand.

"That's where we differ," she begins, sounding as kind as she would at any other moment, "Humans don't base decisions always on logic and reason. We believe in instinct and desire and emotion. It causes a nearly infinite web of outcomes. Granted, many of us fall among the average, but there are the outlying few, some of them including mental illness, others extreme views. But I will not pretend this is going to be an easy transition for you. You will have to observe and at least adapt and understanding for human behavior, gestures, body language. We're very expressive and that will be difficult, I know."

She pauses a moment, reeling herself back. She felt almost unsure of how far she should offer any help. He doesn't seem fond of her, though she isn't sure what 'fond' would look like in a Vulcan. "I apologize if I'm imposing. I hope I don't make your transition harder and if it's any consolation, it'll be nice to have a new view in the medical field, even if it wont directly affect me."

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"I cannot see how you would make my transition more difficult. You understand that human customs and behavior are unpredictable and therefore difficult for Vulcans to comprehend, and therefore I presume you will not be offended if I ask you for clarification on anything I cannot understand through research."

He may not be keen on the idea of therapy from a human psychologist, but she seems like a better candidate to answer his pressing questions about human social etiquette and other such things than anyone else he's met so far. That's the kind of help that he thinks will actually really come in handy, now that he thinks of it.

"I hope that my medical expertise will indeed prove valuable here." He's not going to articulate his concerns that they're not going to let him be useful enough to justify his presence, but she can probably read between the lines.

[elizabethdehner]

"Not at all," she replies, "It's very difficult to offend me, especially on human customs, which sometimes we even wonder what started them in the first place. The point in all this is that I'd love to be a sounding board when people are not coming off clearly as you may hope." Elizabeth is just so very helpful, indeed.

She didn't have to read very far between the lines. It seems that despite their inability to lie, as they say, Vulcans are capable of concealing much of the truth. She wishes she couldn't feel it and could pretend that she doesn't know how unsettled he is, if that is the right word, for being on this ship.

"Your insight will be useful, believe me. In a world of Humans, we could often use some straight logic," she adds. She knows how order can be very helpful with the amount of chaos that humans can create by their own means. Liz has finished her salad, though and looks down at the now empty plate. She thinks she should probably excuse herself before she has overstayed her welcome, but she isn't sure the best means of abandoning. Are there Vulcan rules on first meetings and excusing yourself?