Holly nodded her head. She understood that. "I can promise you that unless the circumstance is way outta my control, you won't have to go to medical to see one of the healers, doctors or psychiatrists without a chaperone."
None of the staff here was out to hurt the agents but it was easy to understand why he might not trust them. He'd had a horrific experience, and that took time to rebuild the trust that had been shattered. If it could be.
"I've noted you down as a non-combatant, which means you're not a field agent and you won't be sent out on missions. I noticed that you've applied to work at the shoppette, which is good. Keeps you busy. I would like to do some rudimentary training with you, but there's no rush to start that."
She folded her hands in her lap, brown eyes still fixed on him. "Do you have any questions you'd like to ask me?"