Oh, lovely, Nurse Chapel thought to herself. Someone to come in and observe them, to pick away at them like they were fragile little things who just needed someone to ask them how they "feel" before the person broke down into a quivering mess.
Well, Dr. Dehner may have been there to just do her job, but Christine had a job too, and she wasn't about to get kicked off of Starfleet's flagship because some woman she'd never seen before decided Christine was sad.
Of course she was sad. Who wasn't? Who wasn't feeling sad, or angry, or lost about the whole situation? There were plenty of nights where she broke down behind closed doors, remembering how so many had died. But during the day, she kept her composure. Her job was so important to her that throwing herself into more of it seemed to make the pain go away for awhile. It was how she dealt with things and it worked for her. She wasn't about to go changing it because Dehner wanted her to open up.
Christine crossed her arms in front of her chest, listening in to the murmurs around her. It seemed that most of her fellow officers were feeling the same as she. At least they were all going to put up a fight about this, but they had to go about it the right way. As for herself, Christine would smile, say that she had cried her tears and it was time to move on, and then get back to work.
If Dehner didn't like it, tough.
Moving through the crowd, she decided to find someone with whom to discuss this development.