[Sickbay]
Hust was sickbay. He was still recovering from a massive mental attack on himself, but he was starting to heal. Slowly. His mental faculties were slower, and he was similar to a slightly intoxicated man in terms of reaction time. He just wasn't himself... especially his telepathic presence. He'd retreated deep inside himself in terms of that, not projecting, and any being with telepathic powers would sense a void greater than that of a normal being. It wasn't just that it wasn't there, it's that it was sucked inwards.
He sat up, slowly, and tried to look around. He saw a few people around. He tried to look for the Deltan. He hadn't properly met her yet, but then again she was a deltan- she attracted almost everyone's eye. He didn't look for her for a particular reason, just as a time of day thing. It seemed she had a very set routine, and so he could tell by if she was here or not.
He was still in his starfleet uniform, but he wasn't on duty. In fact, his office was closed right now, as he was the only one on the station who was there to run it. Hopefully nobody needed him right now.
He thought to the attack again. He thought about all the things that had been stolen from him. He'd have to tell the commander eventually, but today just wasn't gonna be it likely.