Sam waved off Tahlia's notion of being an imposition. "My XO is on Grissom spending time with his kids, I'm sure he won't mind, and they're better than the passenger accommodations we have." Technically speaking the passenger compartments were more 'civilian' but several dozen meterse of armor and bulkheads and multiple pressurized compartments was better than a scant 40 centimeters of transparent material, no matter how much better the view was.<br/>Mika gently gave the newcomer a tug, "come on," she said softly, "we'll get you to quarters," she said, beckoning her toward the main hatch and the lift car already waiting for them.<br/><br/>Mika escorted her up several levels and to the very middle of the ship's forward section. 'Officer country' as they called it back in the navy, and a stateroom labeled 'Alistair McKeon  -<s>Executive Officer</s>First Mate' the handwritten scratch marks and new label were obviously there with tongue firmly planted in cheek. They'd passed a similar hatch on the opposite end with 'Commanding Officer' scratched out in favor of, 'The Old Man', yet the Engineer's quarters next door still had the original Navy-issue nameplate fully intact.<br/><br/>She keyed the lock open. "Here we are, ma'am," she said. The stateroom was the size of a small hotel room, with a long bed for one, a desk, safe, a private head and a closet connecting to a steward's pantry that led to further parts unknown. That hatch Mika quickly sealed and locked. The XO and Engineer shared a steward who was just as  off-ship. "I know it isn't much, I'll see about having the quartermaster get you a proper wardrobe and," she cleared her throat, "see if we can't get you fitted with a proper skinsuit, ma'am.  That was some risky business out there."