Exiting the Counsellor's office, Emma almost bumped into Data. He was standing just outside of Deanna's door, again deep in thought.

"Hi!" she greeted him a bit breathless and tried hard to smile - here was the time to deal with that control-issue!

"Hello." he equalled and looked straight into her eyes.

She pointed to the door behind her with her thumb: "Going in?"

He opened his mouth and then closed it after a moment bowing his head. He really did not know what to do. He would probably be sitting through the session in silence as he did the last two times.

She stepped closer frowning: "Are you okay?" she asked and seemed to be genuinely concerned.

He looked into her eyes again: "I am perfectly fine. Thank you for your concern."

She smiled: "Concern is part of the job." she replied and found herself trying to figure out the color of his eyes. It seemed yellow, but that would not be natural - then again... why should he have a natural eye-color? Somehow she found it difficult to think of him as anything but a human guy - with a strange but not unattractive skin complexion - and now she was a bit shocked by the realization that... yeah, he was not a human guy.

Oh, god, why do you look so utterly lost, sweetheart? she suddenly wanted to say with an empathic smile at his expression, because he looked like a little boy who lost his way home. But thought better of it and just shrugged.

"Well, just keep in mind that we are having our next rehearsal tomorrow at 1600. Try to get over with this" she pointed again to the door "till then." she finished with a smile.

"Certainly." he nodded but did not return the smile.

Frustration ran through her features then she waved "bye" to him and was off shaking her head. He felt nothing but numbness again. Even bemusement slipped away a few days ago. He might have as well turned the chip off...