Hawk accepted the napkin and the rest of the table resumed their salad course, save Miranda, who sank as far into her chair as she could in response to a glare from Hawk that could vaporize a planet.<br/>Sam gave them both a look. "Now, Hawk," he said, "you know the girl's new, she hasn't realized that I'm a better captain than a comedian."<br/><br/>Hawk turned his attention to him. "You're damned right," he said with a grumble, "you owe me a new uniform," his grumble was tinged with an edge of playfulness. He knew as well as Sam did that accidents happened.<br/>"Oh, fine," Sam shot back, "I'll get you a new one, now please," he gestured to Miranda, "help the poor girl up before they have to scraper her from the decksole."<br/><br/>Sam cleared his throat again and leaned back in his chair. "Apologies," he said, looking to Tahlia, "I should have warned you about the show first."