The questioning begins

Who: Cerebrum, Cain
Where: A room
"I mean, why else would you ask for an interview with me except to
receive your standard psychological profiling, as is mandatory for
all new crewmembers on board a ship which is dictated in regulation
2352344.4Z."
"I don't need to have consent forms signed or play by the regulations
along with the rest of you insects." Cain commented as he lifted a
bag on to the table, opened it up and started to lay in a tidy order
all manner of sharpe and pointy instructments. "And I ordered the
interviews with all department heads, not just you."
Cain then placed a recorder onto the table and hit record.
"Now, we shall begin." Cain said as he picked up a long metal
needle. "You will answer my questions or it will not get pretty.
Have you done anything considered to be against regs since coming
aboard, say getting the darkest secerts of the crew so that you can
blackbail them at a later date?"